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He released the pathetic figure of a iveness, but you will never have ht into a punch that connected hard with Wilh the churchyard The reverend toppled back and landed between two gravestones

“That is for hurting my son Your antics have caused him no end of misery these last two years, and I’ll ain”

“Please, my lord”

Feeling immense satisfaction and an element of relief, Christian stepped back “And if I discover you had anything to do with Cassandra’s death, I’ll be back to finish what I’ve started”

Brushing his hands to show his disdain, he stepped over the reverend’s quivering body and strode down the path

“My lord! Wait! Will you not listen to my explanation?”

Christian ignored the man’s cries and protests He had one more call to make, and so mounted his horse and rode to Dr Taylor’s house

“I’ent business” The housekeeper wiped her hands on her apron “There’s no telling when he’ll be back”

“Away?” Suspicion flared “Has he gone to see a patient?”

“No,at the Wishful, no, the Worshipful Society of the Apothecaries He left early yesterday ”

Christian sed down his surprise Despite their disagreements, he would have expected the doctor to inform him of his departure

A strange sense of foreboding took hold

Was it a coincidence that two people froe had left for London a day after Rose? It seemed there was only one way to find out

Chapter Eighteen

“What on earth haestured to the foppish lord dancing the cotillion with Mrs Webster “I know I’m not a skilled dancer, but I’ off a lily pad”