England's Assassin (The Lady Spies Series #2): A Regency Historical Romance by Samantha Saxon

Author:Samantha Saxon [Saxon, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical, Military, Regency, Historical Romance
ISBN: 0997194839
Amazon: B01BQV35DA
Publisher: Tartan Publishing
Published: 2016-04-01T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Four

Lady Juliet Pervill sat in her parlor with her arms crossed over her chest as an annoying barrage of driveled washed over her.

“It is entirely too dangerous, Juliet.” Lord Barksdale shook his chestnut head. “The blackguard in the alley saw your face. He may even have recognized you. Identifying the man to the Foreign Office is ill advised.”

Juliet rolled her eyes and sighed with tolerable impatience. “Real Robert, if I did not recognize him then it is highly probable that he did not recognize me.”

The young Lord Barksdale continued stalking in front of the settee on which she sat as if he were her infallible guardian. “The murderer could know of you, darling. You must admit that your father travels in rather seedy circles.”

Juliet felt a flash of irritation. Lord Pervill was a bastard, to be sure, but she and her mother were the only persons allowed to label him as such.

“You’re over rot,” Juliet said, rising. She walked to the bell pull, sure that a cup of tea would do the agitated young lord some good.

“I am not over rot, Juliet.” Robert lifted his sculpted chin, saying in his most deeply masculine voice, “You are not to go the Foreign Office. I absolutely forbid it.”

***

Lady Pervill alighted her carriage a quarter of an hour later, stepping onto the hallowed ground of Whitehall. Men in every shade of gray scurried passed and she squinted against the sun to locate the front entrance of the Foreign Office.

Locating it, Juliet lifted her shirts and walked up the steps, a gallant gentleman holding the door open as she swept inside. She took a moment to look about the impressive foyer as she made her way to authoritative figure asking, “I have some information that I wish to discuss with a representative of the Foreign Office. Would you be so kind as to direct me?”

The enormous man looked down and with a thick cockney accent, said, “Do ya have an appointment?” in a tone that bordered on the rude.

“No, I’m afraid I don’t. You see, if I knew with whom to make the appointment, then I would not be speaking with you.”

The man’s unruly eyebrows pulled together as he tried to decide if he had just been insulted.

“You can’t speak with a member of the Foreign Office without an appointment, ma’am,” the man said, deciding that he had.

Juliet proceeded into the hall to find a gentleman with some modicum of intelligence but the large guard blocked her progress.

“I’m afraid, you will need an appointment.”

“Look here, sir. I have information concerning several murders which took place two nights ago--”

“Well, miss, that would be a Home Office matter,” the man smirked, the condescension wafting off of him.

Anger sharpened her mind as well as her tongue.

“You will address me as Lady Pervill,” Juliet’s displeasure was audible to every man in the front entrance. “Furthermore, you will fetch,” she paused, using the word intentionally. “Your superior and tell him that I have information pertaining to the murder of a prisoner being transported to Newgate prison two night passed.

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