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“Then perhaps I should work to provethe rogue who kidnapped Cassandra Mills from Lord Craven’s ball and dumped her in the park” Benedict drew on the pipe to banish all thoughts of what a blackguard would do to a drugged woman

“Can anyone vouch for your whereabouts last night?” Tregarth sipped his hile studying Benedict over the ri emotion, not suspicion

“I spent the evening in Bruton Street dining with the Wycliffs, Trent and Miss Vale” A e and the happiness that cahed about Mrs Crandall’s obsession, reassured him that he, too, would find the one person as his s on the matter “I left early, returned hoht”

“The letter telling you to visit the Serpentine at dawn?”

“Indeed”

“You’re ato his father’s words “You witness shocking sights at every demiodly hour?”

Benedict placed his pipe on the table He captured his goblet and took to savouring the taste of the expensive claret while conte the question

“It had nothing to do with the persuasive tone,” he said, “and everything to do with a strange feeling in ned e as if I were born to act”

Tregarth remained silent for a time “Whoever did this to you will pay dearly”

Benedict snorted “I’ thrown my way Lady Cassandra is the one who deserves justice” And he would occupy histhe person responsible

“After all these years, after the despicable way she treated you, your thoughts turn to her welfare”

“All men have an Achilles heel” And Cassandra Mills was his

“And so ill you do now that Lord Murray has freed hiation?”

It took a moment for the news to penetrate Benedict’s brain “Murray has done what!” Benedict sat up so fast water splashed onto the boards Despite the ater his blood ran cold “The spineless bastard”

“You cannot blaes in a business transaction, he ical perspective”