Snowy and the Seven Doves (A Twist Upon a Regency Tale Book 3) by Jude Knight

Author:Jude Knight [Knight, Jude]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, romance, Historical
Publisher: Dragonblade Publishing, Inc.
Published: 2023-08-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Snowy handed the would-be assassin over to the footmen and sent to Bow Street for a runner. By the time the man arrived, Snowy and Ned were dressed and ready to be interviewed, but the valet was still unconscious.

“Tried to garrote ye while in the performance of ’is duties,” the runner summarized, once he was in possession of the facts. “In front of a witness what was able to knock him out with this ’ere paper weight.”

“In a nutshell,” Snowy agreed.

“Any notion of motive, Mr. White?” the runner wanted to know.

Snowy had a very clear idea of who had a motive. “Not personal, I should think. I expect he was paid. By whom? We shall have to ask him.”

“You have enemies, sir?” the runner asked.

“Evidently,” Snowy replied, pointing at the unconscious man. He was not going to accuse Snowden without more evidence, or at least first talking to the solicitors. He had crimes enough to lay to Snowden’s account.

The runner sent for a carriage and took the valet away. He’d be put in a cell and given medical attention.

For his part, Snowy thanked the borrowed servants, asking them to return all the borrowed equipment and furniture and to leave the house in its dust-sheeted original condition.

Blue was going to stay to lock up the townhouse when all was done, then take the keys back to the House of Blossoms.

As for Snowy and Ned, Margaret’s carriage had arrived to take them to her house. Ned changed into the clothes the footman in the carriage had brought with him—Margaret’s livery.

They planned to sneak Ned in through the mews dressed as a footman, and the original occupant of the carriage would make his own way home later.

It went off without a hitch, and soon a very tired Ned was asleep in a bed chamber at Margaret’s. “I have a meeting,” Snowy told Margaret, but I hope I may come back later.”

“Of course,” she replied. “Any time, and you are welcome to stay the night, if you wish. Please, at the very least, join us for dinner.”

*

Ned had been exhausted by the move. When they showed him to his room, he settled comfortably against the pillows, and in moments was fast asleep, still fully dressed.

“I have been neglecting my herb garden,” Margaret told Pauline. “Would you like to come with me while I check what is ready to be harvested?”

The gardener had kept the beds weed free but had not planted the next succession of culinary and medicinal herbs or clipped back the spent flowering heads. Margaret started in the greenhouse, pricking out herb seedlings into pots.

“May I help?” Pauline asked.

Margaret nodded and found her another pointed stick. “You have done this before,” she commented, after watching for a few moments.

“I love gardening,” Pauline admitted. “There is something so satisfying about planting a seed or taking a cutting and seeing it sprout and grow into something useful or beautiful.”

Margaret knew that Arial had been developing the flower gardens on the Stancroft estate since

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