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Were theover leadership?

The Marquis of Blackbeck was right about one thing Brave men did not hide in the shadows Brave men faced their quarry

“I wish to speak to a ate every ossip tongues wagging I intend to rip their pathetic club apart until I find the rogue I seek” Heat crept up his neck, and he gritted his teeth lest he deliver a string of vitriolic curses

For the first ti her acquaintance, uncertainty flashed in Mrs Crandall’s eyes “Then I must offer caution I’e, the ths to keep their secrets Close ranks when faced with a threat”

Cavanagh patted her hand again “Rest assured Trent will not act alone”

“But if we can break up the pack, prey on onehis resolve”

Mrs Crandall cast a rin “And if I spread news of your intention, of what benefit is it to me?”

Lawrence looked at Cavanagh and raised his brows

Cavanagh sh his eyes carried a hint of frustration “Trent and I had every intention of attending thethe streets formarks on their chests, what time is left for pleasure?”

Theseemed to consider his coled with some internal dilemma

“People rely on ertips seductively across the upper curve of her boso any involvement in this matter, I can direct you to Joseph Bradley’s brother, Mr Isaac Bradley He has a house on South Audley Street off Grosvenor Square”

“Mr Bradley is a man of means?” Wycliff asked

“Their father was the third son of a viscount, banished to the Aave his son the indiscretion upon learning of his inflated bank balance, though the poorto his sons”

“Does Isaac Bradley move about in society?” Lawrence had never heard of the ht know the name

Mrs Crandall snorted “Lord, no! He’s the studious type An academic Bit of a recluse Sadly, Joseph was the one with the insatiable appetite for frolicking” She released her grip on Cavanagh’s knee “So, am I to expect you at the masquerade tomorrow?”