Vivi’s mouth twitched in a desperate attempt to hold back the smile threatening to break across her face. She affected a feminine whine and said, “Let’s go, Ella. The ribbon shop on Bond Street is receiving a new shipment of silks today. I shouldn’t like to spend all day with Blackmoor’s musty old books.” Turning a wide, brilliant smile on the butler, she said, “Which way, Bingham?”

The butler pointed mutely in the direction of the study, and the three girls were off and through the door before he could say a word. Once inside, Alex called out, loudly enough for him to hear from his spot, “It’s rather drafty in here. Ella, be a dear and close the door? I should hate to catch a chill.”

The door closed firmly, leaving the poor old man on the other side, staring speechlessly at it, wondering at the silliness of females and thanking his maker that his masters had never had daughters, before taking himself off to continue his afternoon duties.

“The poor creature never had a chance of survival,” Alex said, walking toward Blackmoor’s desk. “You were both excellent.”

“Although Ella almost ruined our chances,” Vivi pointed out with a smile.

“Indeed,” Alex agreed, “some investigator you make. You did rally, however. I confess I was quite impressed with Agrarian Trends. Nice touch.”

“Thank you. I thought so, myself.” Ella nodded in appreciation.

“We had better start finding a pile of books to carry out of here. We wouldn’t like Bingham to think we were being untruthful.” Vivi moved toward a bookshelf and started to do just that as Ella and Alex chuckled.

The girls tackled separate parts of the room working quickly but carefully, making sure to leave things exactly as they were found. Vivi checked the shelves as she searched for books that might seem relevant to the Duke of Worthington to anyone who cast a discerning eye, building a pile of them by the door that would topple if someone were to open it, to warn them that they were about to be discovered.

After several minutes of searching and turning up nothing, Alex sat in the earl’s chair, announcing, “Everything here has been looked at, picked over, and considered. If there were something to be found in this room, it would have been found.”

Ella blew a stray lock of hair from her face and closed a cabinet she had been searching through. “Agreed. But, then, where would it be?”

“I don’t know, but we’re not going to look for it now,” declared Alex. “I promised you access to Blackmoor’s study. Nothing else. We should go—as it is, when he discovers that we were here, we’re going to be in a mountain of trouble.”

“This is interesting,” Vivi said from across the room, where she was holding a leather-bound book in her hands. “Someone has peeled the endpaper from this volume.”

Ella asked, “Which volume is it?”

“A History of Essex. I selected it because I thought it would seem relevant to the nonexistent Agrarian Trends of Essex that we are expected to procure while here. But the binding is loose and—” Vivi broke off as the back page of the book peeled up off the leather cover. She gasped as a crisp, white square of paper popped out of the book. When they saw, Alex and Ella rushed from their positions across the room to join her.

“What is it?” Ella asked excitedly.

“Don’t get too excited, Ella,” Alex warned. “It’s probably nothing. Remember this room has already been combed for information.”

“Not this shelf,” Vivi disputed. “These books are all covered in at least six months of dust.” She carefully opened the paper as the other two girls leaned in to look at its contents. There, scribbled in a strong hand across the crisp parchment were the words they’d hoped—and feared—they would find.

27 December 1814

I suspect plans are being made for more war, and that there is an Englishman helping the plot. While I do not want to believe what I know to be true, I must act now, before others become aware of what I have discovered. If this letter is found and I have failed, use the book as your guide. Everything is at stake. Particularly the name. Keep it safe.

“My God.” Alex breathed. “It’s from the earl.”

“We—We don’t…we can’t know for sure,” Vivi said haltingly.

“We do know for sure, Vivi,” Alex replied. “Who else would it be from? My God. He found proof of treason and was killed for it.”

“‘Everything is at stake, particularly the name’? What name?” Ella asked aloud.

“The Blackmoor name,” Alex said quietly, almost to herself. She was recalling her conversation with Blackmoor from the previous night, one that took place in this very room. He had been concerned that her accusations about his uncle would risk the reputation of the Blackmoor name. Just as his father had been.

“My God, I was right,” Alex whispered. She looked up and spoke quickly, grabbing the paper from Vivi’s grasp and stuffing it back into the book, a feeling of dread coming over her. “We have to leave here. Immediately. I was right.”

The words were barely out of her mouth when the books placed by the door toppled. The girls all spun toward the door, hoping it would be Bingham who was interrupting their conversation, praying it wouldn’t be Lucian Sewell.

Their prayers went unanswered. There was a delicate straightening of all of their spines as he pushed his way into the room, looking distastefully first at the pile of books on the floor and then around the room until his gaze fell on the trio. Alex willed herself to smile and find a quick exit from this particular trap.