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  There was a pause and then the man spoke beneath his breath. “Damn! Of all the nights for you to sneak into my carriage,” he said to Lady Beecham.

  Victoria froze. Oh, goodness. This was not good. Damn and blast, what was Fin doing in Lady Beecham’s carriage? No. What was she doing in his carriage? And how had she and Gil confused the two?

  She took a moment to catch her breath and reminded herself that Fin didn’t know who she was, or that she was even a she. She’d had no trouble convincing anyone else she was of the male persuasion; this would be no different. Though she did hate to steal from Fin.

  “Your money or your life!” Victoria said again, hating the panic in her own voice.

  “Fine, fine,” Fin said as he reached into his coat to retrieve his purse. He handed it over, and Victoria weighed it in her hand. “I know it isn’t much, but I spent the rest on flowers this afternoon.”

  “Flowers?” This from Lady Beecham. “For whom?”

  Victoria swallowed hard. Who were the flowers for? And why did she care all of a sudden?

  “I’m afraid that’s none of your business, my lady.” He then turned to Victoria. “Now, may we be on our way?”

  Did he always speak to armed robbers this way? His bravado was quite alarming. If she were truly a highwayman with a loaded gun, she might find his attitude a bit off-putting, and who knew what a highwayman with a loaded gun would do in that situation? She ought to teach him a lesson, but she still had jewels to retrieve.

  She trained her gun on Lady Beecham and said, “The rubies. All of them.”

  “What!” Lady Beecham made as if she were going to swoon. “Not my rubies! My precious, precious rubies!”

  “Oh, give him the damned rubies,” Fin said. He clearly had little patience for the woman’s histrionics, which was somehow comforting to Victoria.

  There was an audible gasp from the lady, but once she’d collected herself, she removed the jewels from about her neck.

  Once Victoria had them in her possession, she did her best to refocus her attention on the task at hand. It wasn’t good that she’d let her mind wander while she waited on the rubies. Even worse was the subject of her distraction.

  “Five minutes,” she muttered to the pair. “Don’t move a muscle until then.”

  “Yes, yes,” Fin said, waving her off. “You’ve got what you wanted, now off with you.”

  Ha! Victoria wanted desperately to laugh in his face and remind him that she held the gun in this instance, but arguing with him would give her away. So instead, she held her tongue and headed back to her own carriage, trying desperately to ignore the annoying feeling of jealousy that nagged at her heart.

  ***

  Damn, damn, damn! Well, this was certainly his lucky night. A boring dinner followed by a loathsome woman sneaking into his carriage, and rounded off with a robbery. How bloody coincidental, after hearing about the damned highwayman from Lord Culver all night.

  Well, at least no one was harmed. Though one wouldn’t be so sure if they heard the wails and cries coming from his carriage right now.

  “I say, are you quite finished, madam?” he asked of Lady Beecham. He was still reeling from the fact that she’d snuck into his carriage. He was in no mood to make nice with her now, despite her histrionics.

  “Oh, Lord Leyburn, how can you remain so calm? We were nearly killed!” she cried.

  Fin rolled his eyes. “Yes, well, we weren’t, were we?”

  “But the thought of it!”

  “Don’t think about it, then.”

  There was silence and Fin hoped he’d finally shut her up.

  “You are so cruel to toy with my emotions, Finny, darling.”

  “It’s Lord Leyburn to you, and I’ve never done any such thing as to toy with your emotions. To toy with someone’s emotions would indicate that I bore some liking to them—at least enough to be in their presence long enough to do said toying—but you, Lady Beecham, mean nothing to me.” He could hear her sharp intake of breath, but thankfully couldn’t see her stricken face. “Once our five minutes is up, I will deliver you back into the hands of your husband and you will leave me alone once and for all. Is that understood?”

  Silence reigned again, until the woman finally answered, her voice choked with fake tears. “Completely.”

  Six

  Victoria awoke the next morning, after a night of tossing and turning, to a light knock on her door. She groaned, reluctant to see or speak with anyone this morning. There was one person in particular she hoped to avoid for all eternity.

  Pushing Fin from her mind for the hundredth time since last night, she called out a feeble, “Come in!” and then nestled into her pillows again.

  “Mornin’, miss. ‘tis an urgent letter for you.” Lily held out the note that bore Sarah’s handwriting.

  “Thank you, Lily,” she said, sitting up to grab the letter. “Could you fetch my toast and tea, please?” Lily started to leave, but Victoria stopped her. “No, I’ve changed my mind. Bring me coffee instead.” She was going to need more than weak tea to get her through this day, she was certain.

  She opened the letter, nervous for what she might find. It was never good news when Sarah sent an urgent letter—or any letter, for that matter.

  Molly is sick. Need help.

  Damn and blast, but this was not good. Molly was the other nurse. No doubt she would have to take up residence at the hospital to avoid spreading whatever she had to her children and husband. So there would be an extra patient while being short one pair of hands.

  Which meant Victoria was going to have to come up with a lot more excuses over the coming days. She just hoped it wouldn’t turn into weeks.

  She ate her breakfast while Lily prepared her for the day. The coffee was a welcome change to her morning routine. Just the thing she needed to shake off her sleepless night.

  Her mother sat at the breakfast table with Tom when Victoria arrived downstairs. “Good morning, Mother,” she greeted. “Tom. I’m off to visit Lady Hartswell.”

  “You were there not two days ago, Victoria.” Her mother’s sharp tone grated on Victoria this early in the morning.

  “What can I say?” Victoria replied flippantly. “The woman has requested my company, and I would hate to disappoint.”

  “Your brother will go with you.”

  How very infuriating. She didn’t need an escort wherever she went. It wasn’t as if she were seventeen and fresh on the market. At twenty-four no one even looked twice at her anymore—they barely even looked once—so why the devil would she need a constant chaperone?

  Tom turned to her, the same desperation in his eyes that she knew was in her own. He didn’t care to be tethered to her this morning, either.

  “Mother, that’s ridiculous. Lady Hartswell is only a few blocks away.”

  “Yes, and I have an appointment, Mother. I couldn’t possibly accompany Vickie this morning.”

  “Your sister’s name is Victoria.”

  Victoria rolled her eyes. Mother never complained when Finny called her Vickie.

  Oh, dear. Finny. The sick feeling in her stomach returned at the thought of him. Why in the world was she so distraught over the events of last night? He didn’t know it was her that robbed them, and he certainly had enough money that he could part with a bit of coin.

  Furthermore, there was no doubt in Victoria’s mind that if he knew the money was being used for a good cause, he’d be happy about it. Wouldn’t he?

  Then why wouldn’t that damned sick feeling go away?

  She shook her head free of the thoughts. She didn’t want to think about that anymore. There were much more important issues at hand, and the most important one right now was convincing her mother she didn’t need an escort to Lady Hartswell’s this morning.

  “Mother, really, I’ll be fine. I’ve never needed an escort to Lady Hartswell’s before, there’s no reason to start now just because Tom is home. Besides, he has a life of his own and, I’m sure, much to do
now that he’s back. He has been gone for two years, after all.”

  “Exactly,” Tom said, rising from his seat. “And with that said, I shall take my leave.” He bowed to Mother and then to Victoria before leaving the room.

  “I shall be home shortly,” Victoria said, backing out of the room on Tom’s heels. “Goodbye, Mother.”

  She didn’t wait for a response, and as soon as she was out of the room, she hastened to gather her things: Pelisse, bonnet, parasol, gloves, reticule. Good heavens, she didn’t have time for all this today. She’d already been delayed too long and she still had to walk almost to Lady Hartswell’s, where Gil would be waiting for her.

  One of these days she would actually have to visit Lady Hartswell, lest the woman ever go out in society again and find herself engaged in conversation with Lady Grantham. However, today was not the day for that. The hospital needed her.

  And they needed her more than she ever could have imagined. Poor Sarah looked as if she hadn’t slept in a week, but still she scurried in and out of the rooms as if someone had lit her bum on fire.

  “Molly’s fever spiked early this morning. I’ve had to quarantine her in that room.” She pointed toward the room they typically reserved for the patients who had passed on and were waiting for their families to claim them . . . or the undertaker if there was no family.

  “I also admitted a young girl last night. She’s been in labor since yesterday afternoon, but things aren’t progressing well.”

  Oh, goodness. “Sarah, we ought to call in a doctor for her.”

  “We haven’t the money, miss. I’ve spent all we had on medicine and supplies.”

  “I have a bit more. It ought to be enough, but Sarah, you know we can’t deliver a baby without Molly.”

  Sarah looked as if she were going to cry, so Victoria grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a little shake. “I know you’re tired, Sarah, but I’m here now. I’m not leaving until everything is under control and you’ve had the opportunity to take a little rest.” She turned Sarah in the direction of the room where Molly waited. “Now, you go look after Molly. We must bring her fever down and get her back in good health as quickly as possibly. I’ll tend to everyone else and check in on our soon-to-be mama.”

  With that, she gave Sarah a little shove and then set to work tending to the other patients. Most were in stable condition with healing wounds or chronic coughs—they simply needed a bit of tending to. It was the laboring mother who needed the most help, and Victoria worried they wouldn’t be able to help her in the end.

  “What’s your name, sweetheart?” she asked of the girl, for really she could not have been more than sixteen years old.

  “Anna,” she said, her voice weak.

  “How close are your pains, Anna?”

  There was a minute of silence while the girl grunted and clung to her stomach in obvious discomfort. When it subsided, she said, “I don’t know for sure, ma’am. Maybe a minute or two.”

  A minute or two. There wasn’t much time. They needed a doctor.

  “I’ll be back, Anna. I’m going to find you a doctor.”

  “A doctor?” Anna’s eyes grew round and almost wild with fear. “No, ma’am. A midwife, please.”

  Victoria stared at the girl, wondering how she could possibly find the strength to be choosy in this situation. “But a doctor—a real doctor—will be able to help you better. Besides, I haven’t any idea where to find a midwife.”

  “Mrs. Potts.” The girl winced through another pain. They were getting closer together. “Great Guildford Street at the corner of Southwark.”

  Victoria didn’t bother to ask how Anna knew of this woman or why she just didn’t go to her in the first place. Time was too precious to care. “I’ll find her, Anna. Just hold on, all right?”

  Anna nodded as another pain began. “I’ll try, ma’am.”

  ***

  Fin made his way through Southwark, headed toward The Anchor where he had a meeting that morning. Lord Bishop wished to commission a painting for his wife for her upcoming birthday, and he wanted to discuss the details in a place his wife would never be able to find him.

  He turned the corner, headed for the south bank, and that was when he saw her. Victoria Barclay, running like a mad woman down Blackfriars Road. Though tied about her neck, her bonnet bounced against her back as she ran and her hair blew back, a messy victim of the high winds that day. The color in her cheeks was high—he could see they burned bright red, even at this distance from across the crowded street.

  Fin had a mind to chase after her and give her a good paddling. What the devil was she doing? All alone in Southwark? This was no place for a lady to find herself, let alone be running with the devil’s speed through the street, attracting attention to herself. Had the girl finally gone mad?

  Fin pulled his fob from his coat pocket. Five minutes until eleven. If he tracked her down and paddled her rebellious little behind, he’d never be on time for his meeting with Bishop. Blast. He had lost her already, anyhow. Damn the crowded streets.

  If she made it home alive, he’d deliver the paddling then.

  Seven

  By the time Victoria reached Great Guildford and Southwark, her legs were nearly ready to give out on her. They wobbled like Cook’s aspic, but she couldn’t stop now. She needed to find Mrs. Potts and hope that the woman would be willing to help them.

  She stood in the middle of the sidewalk, staring up and down the row of houses there, wondering which one might belong to Mrs. Potts. There weren’t any signs—physical or metaphysical—that pointed to any one door, so Victoria did what she had to do. She began knocking.

  At the first door appeared a man whose assessment of Victoria made her feel as if she needed a bath. Certainly not who she was looking for. Door number two yielded no answer, and Victoria began to feel the pressure of the time. How many minutes had passed since she left the hospital? Twenty? Thirty? Too many, she was certain.

  She scurried from the second door to the third and waited. No answer. She stepped off the step and was heading for the next house when she heard the door creak behind her. When she turned back, an old woman stared at her through the crack. Something told her this was the woman she sought.

  “Mrs. Potts?”

  “Who sent you?” she asked as Victoria moved closer.

  “I need your help, madam. I’m told you’re a midwife.”

  A wry smile came to the woman’s lips and she huffed a humorless laugh. “Something like that.”

  “Please. We’ve a young girl in our hospital. Her labor pains are too close together and the only nurse who knows anything about childbirth is lying in bed with a fever.”

  The woman looked Victoria over and said, “My fee ain’t cheap.”

  “I didn’t expect it would be.”

  Mrs. Potts’s brows rose, and then finally, she nodded her head. “Fetch a hackney. I’m not fit to walk long distances.”

  Victoria did as the woman said and minutes later they were headed back for the hospital. Anna’s cries carried out into the street as they approached, and Victoria worried they might be too late. But Mrs. Potts didn’t move any more quickly.

  “It’ll be any minute now,” she said calmly as they entered the hospital. “Upstairs, I take it?”

  Victoria nodded at the woman and then watched as she slowly ascended the stairs. Sarah ran from the other room, her brow damp with sweat.

  “Did you find a doctor?” the nurse asked.

  “Something like that,” Victoria said as she stared up the stairs after Mrs. Potts. “All we can do now is pray.”

  Less than thirty minutes later—thirty interminable minutes later—Anna’s cries were replaced by those of her baby. As Victoria spooned a mouthful of ipecac into another patient’s mouth, she took her first breath since she’d arrived at the hospital that day. Thank heaven for Mrs. Potts.

  “Perhaps Mrs. Potts was our good luck charm today,” Sarah said, poking her head into the small room. “
Molly’s fever has broken.”

  “Oh, thank goodness,” Victoria replied as she eased the young man back onto the pillows. “Well, then, it looks as if things are under control here. Will you be all right if I leave? Too much longer and Mother will become suspicious.”

  “We’ll be fine, miss.” Sarah smiled warmly at her, though the poor girl looked as if she would fall over at any moment.

  “When was the last time you slept, Sarah?”

  “I can’t rightly remember, miss. Feels like a fortnight, though it’s probably more like two days.”

  Two days. Victoria wanted to cry for the girl. She really did work too hard, and for very little in return. “I’ll be back as soon as I am able, Sarah. Try to get a bit of rest, will you?”

  Sarah nodded, bravely attempting to hold back her tears. Victoria needed to act quickly. The hospital needed more money. A lot more money. Which meant she would have to attempt yet another robbery tonight.

  ***

  Fin stepped through the front door of the Barclays’ townhouse, determined to find out why the devil Victoria had been running like a banshee through Southwark that morning. It was his highest hope that she was there for good reason—and with a proper chaperone—but he had a feeling that was not the case. She’d been running, and she’d been alone. The signs did not point to a proper social visit on Victoria’s part.

  “Finny, what are you doing here?” Victoria stood in the doorway of the drawing room, the sun from the fanlight in the foyer casting a halo about her entire person.

  It wasn’t intentional when Fin’s breath caught, but somehow it couldn’t be helped. “I—ah—wished to take a drive with you,” he sputtered out.

  Victoria’s brows rose in speculation. “Is that so?”

  He rolled his eyes. “Dammit, Vickie, I’m bored. Won’t you come and entertain me?”

  A smile spread her soft, pink lips. “Well, then who will entertain me?”

  “I promise to do my best.”

  Of course, she acquiesced and within a few minutes, they were in his curricle, headed for Hyde Park. The day was quite exquisite. Not a single cloud marred the turquoise sky, and a slight wind kept them from being too warm.