Finishing his letter, James sighed aloud and sealed it closed, his heart heavy. He was writing to the new Duke of Brighton, who was residing in his country estate and taking every precaution when it came to his nefarious uncle. James had only met the man once but had written to him on more than one occasion since he had taken up the title. The duke knew everything about James’s involvement with the family and was more than grateful for their correspondence, for it meant that the duke could rest a little easier whenever Lord Andrew appeared in London. However, this time, James was to inform him that, not only had the duke’s sister reappeared in London, but that he was to marry her for her own safety and protection, as well as fulfilling a promise he had made to his own father.

There was nothing but relief in that knowledge, although somewhere, deep within himself, James felt a spark of excitement about doing so. It was a very strange sensation, for James never allowed himself to think about anything other than practicality when it came to Miss Weston, even though he knew that she was rather beautiful. He hated that he had reacted when she touched his hand; he did not like the fact that his heart had quickened painfully in his chest as he had done so. Yes, he was sympathetic to her plight and could never truly understand the pain she was going through, but to feel anything more was foolish. Emotion would cloud his judgment and make him slow to react.

“You look as though you have a lot on your mind.”

James looked up as his friend Lord Higgs walked into his study, a broad smile on his face.

“That is because I do have a lot to think about,” he replied calmly. “I am to marry Miss Weston, after all.”

Lord Higgs let out a long whistle of surprise. “Well,” he muttered, looking all about for where James had put the decanter of brandy. “That is quick, Thorndyke. So long as you are sure about it.”

“I am sure,” James replied, a touch too quick. “I made a promise, and it is one I intend to keep. I proposed to Miss Weston two days ago and she agreed to marry me.”

“Mmm,” Higgs murmured, narrowing his gaze just a little. “I have known you for a long time, Thorndyke, and I have never heard you consider matrimony with any kind of hope or anticipation. It is as though you are a man being led, unwillingly, to the gallows.”

James shook his head. “It is not that at all. I am quite happy to be marrying Miss Weston. Truly. She will make me an excellent wife, I am certain of it.”

Lord Higgs set a brandy down on the desk in front of James and then took his seat. “Is that so?” he murmured, clearly a little disbelieving. “There is another way, you know.”

James lifted one eyebrow. “And what is that?”

“Remove the threat of Lord Andrew.”

It was such an obvious answer that, for a moment, James wanted to laugh aloud.

“I know, I know, you will say that it is something you have thought about already, but the truth is that, should you remove the threat of Lord Andrew, then neither of you needs to marry the other. You will both be free to live your own lives and marry whomever you choose.”

It was not something James had ever thought seriously about, knowing that Lord Andrew would not be easy to tackle. “I cannot shoot a man in cold blood, if that is what you are thinking, Higgs. There is nothing I can do when it comes to that man.”

Higgs shrugged. “Have you tried?”

Letting out a long, frustrated breath, James shook his head. “Then tell me, what do you think I can do? I will not kill him, if that is what you are thinking.”

Chuckling, Higgs sat up a little straighter and took a sip of his brandy before replying. “Rumor has it the man has married. Did you know that? There must be a reason he is back in London, which we can assume is to try and continue his search for his brother’s children, but he has been getting the money from somewhere in order to do so. Perhaps he married a rich wife.”

“I doubt that,” James replied, shaking his head. “What kind of lady would marry a gentleman of such disrepute?”

Higgs frowned. “Perhaps she had no choice. It is not as though all ladies are given a choice over whom they wed.”

“I find it highly unlikely that any father would force their daughter to marry Lord Andrew when he is well known to be a gambler and a cheat with very little money to call his own.”

“It is still possible,” Higgs suggested calmly. “After all, that is the rumor.” He tipped his head and regarded James carefully. “And it might lead you to the opportunity to live your own life, free of your engagement to Miss Weston.”

James fell silent, allowing his thoughts to sit heavily on his mind. The thought of removing himself from his engagement to Miss Weston was not one that brought him even the smallest modicum of happiness nor of relief. It was as if he truly did want to marry her, even though he had told himself repeatedly that he was doing it out of duty. Were he free to choose whomever he wished, were she free to do the same, would he still keep their engagement? As yet, no one knew of it, and therefore he could break it off without any consequences. Miss Weston would be sure to find a great many suitors due to her great fortune, as well as her beauty.

That thought made him frown. He did not want Miss Weston to be surrounded by gentlemen whose first thought was what money they could gain access to should they marry her. She might not be able to discern one gentleman from another; she not be able to discover their true motivations until after her wedding day, and that thought brought a twist of anger to James’s heart.

“No,” he said aloud, speaking as much to himself as to Lord Higgs. “No, I will marry Miss Weston. We are engaged, and I will be going to seek a special license from the archbishop just as soon as I receive a reply from the new Duke of Brighton. I will need his blessing to show to the archbishop in order to gain such a license, but I do not think it will be long. Within the week, I hope.”

“And that means you do not have to worry about the banns being called,” Lord Higgs murmured, nodding slowly. “I understand. You do not want to reveal Miss Weston’s true identity.”

“Precisely,” James stated, taking a sip of his brandy. “Although should her uncle see her, I would guess that he will recognize her features to be that of the late duke’s. She is very evidently his daughter.”

Lord Higgs looked at James thoughtfully, his eyes glazing over for a moment in an expression that James recognized as deep consideration. He remained silent for a time before speaking again.

“Are you truly going to live your life in fear of Lord Andrew, Thorndyke?” he asked slowly, a frown growing between his brows. “Are you going to whisk Miss Weston away to your country estate in the hope that Lord Andrew will never find her? What if you have children? When will the worry over Lord Andrew end?”

James frowned, having never considered as much before.

“Whether or not you marry Miss Weston, I cannot see how such a heavy burden as Lord Andrew’s presence can continue to weigh on both your shoulders. The man may be alive for some time yet, and I cannot imagine that it will be a life of joy for you both to be constantly on your guard.”

“I…I do not know what we shall do,” James replied slowly, realizing he had never thought of such a thing before. “I had not thought about it.”

Higgs gave him a small, rueful smile. “Then might I suggest that you consider your intentions as regards Lord Andrew, Thorndyke? I am here to help you, of course, but I do not want you to be burdened with Lord Andrew’s presence any longer than you need to be. Surely, there must be something we can do to rid you of his loathsome presence?”

James sighed, looking down at the sketch of the locket he had drawn earlier. That was the only other thing that he could think of looking into, else he would just continue with his plan to marry Miss Weston and then move to the country.

“The only thing we could do is find the owner of this locket,” he said, picking up the paper and handing it to Lord Higgs. “Do not ask me why, but it is possibly of more importance than any of us know. Miss Weston was given it by someone she does not know, who slipped it under her pillow when she was at dinner.”

“At her guardian’s home?” Lord Higgs asked, one eyebrow raised in surprise.

“Yes,” James said a little heavily. “It is what set her on the path here. I cannot help but wonder why someone would do such a thing and what their intentions were.”

Lord Higgs let out a long hiss, his eyes fixed on the locket. To James’s surprise, something flared in Higgs’s eyes as he looked at it, making the man sit up a little straighter.

“I might be able to help you with this, Thorndyke,” Lord Higgs exclaimed, suddenly sounding excited. “I think I know where this came from.”

“Oh?”

Lord Higgs grinned, handing the paper back. “Last season there was a theft at once of the pawnbrokers here in town. That locket was the only thing that was taken.”

James’s eyebrows shot into his hair, as he stared at Lord Higgs.

“Best go get Miss Weston for this,” Lord Higgs continued, settling back into his chair. “We are to go into town this afternoon. We will see what answers we can find from that pawnbroker, shall we?”

James nodded, his heart slamming into his chest with astonishment. “I will send for her at once,” he breathed, getting up to ring the bell. “Goodness me, Higgs. Whoever would have thought that you would be able to help us with this?”

Lord Higgs chuckled. “It seems I might be good for something after all.”