Chapter 6
“My lord,” Harper said from the bedchamber doorway, his voice unusually tight. “You may want to come downstairs.”
Sinclair looked up in time to see the two upstairs maids run, shrieking, past the open door toward the staircase. He set his papers aside. “Is the house on fire?”
“No, my lord. The carriage has returned with Mr. Quincy and Thompson. They’ve been attacked.”
Sinclair’s stomach twisted into a cold knot. “The devil you say!” He shoved his feet into slippers, grabbed his walking stick and hurried downstairs.
“They’re in the parlor. I’ve already sent Tanner for the doctor,” Harper added, at his heels.
“Good thinking.” Wild thoughts assaulted Sinclair as he negotiated the stairs. Who would attack poor Miss Quincy? How badly was she hurt? He should never have let her go
