Stephanie Laurens - Devils Bride

He kissed her-and kept kissing her. The carriage rolled slowly through the gathering gloom, through the quiet shadows beneath the trees.

Breathless moments later, Honoria discovered that he could be remarkably resourceful, too. "Great heavens!" She had barely enough breath to whisper the words. "We can't-" Her hands closed tightly about Devil's wrists; her head fell back as she struggled for breath. "Where are we?"

"In the park." Intent on what he was doing, Devil didn't raise his head. "If you look outside, you'll see a number of carriages slowly rolling around the circuit."

"I can't believe-" A burst of pleasure stripped the thought from Honoria's mind; she struggled to hold back a moan. The thought that replaced the first had her blinking her eyes wide. "What about John and Sligo?" On a gasp, she met Devil's eyes. "Won't they realize?"

The grin on her husband's lips could only be described as devilish. "The trick's in the timing-trust me, they won't feel a thing."

They didn't-but she, and he, certainly did.

It seemed like hours-an infinite number of panting, gasping, desperately silent minutes later-when, slumped against Devil's chest, Honoria wriggled, then wriggled again. Frowning, she sat up and examined the buttons on his coat.

"Horrible things-they're sticking into me." She turned the mother-of-pearl buttons about. "They're not as big as the ones Tolly had, but they're quite bad enough."

Devil's eyes, closed in blissful peace, snapped open. "What?"

"These buttons-they're too large."

"No-what else did you say?"

Honoria frowned even more. "That they're like the ones on Tolly's coat?"

Devil stared into the distance, then he closed his eyes-and closed his arms about Honoria, drawing her close. "That's it." He spoke the words into her hair. "That's what I've been trying to remember about Tolly's death."

Honoria held him. "The button deflecting the ball? Does it help?"

His chin resting in her hair, Devil nodded. "It helps. It's the final nail in our would-be-murderer's coffin."

Honoria tried to look at Devil's face, but he held her too tightly. "You're sure who it is?"

Devil sighed. "Beyond doubt."

Three minutes later, their clothes precisely correct once more, the duke and duchess of St. Ives headed back to Grosvenor Square.

Vane was waiting in the library when Honoria and Devil entered. He searched their faces, then relaxed.

"The end is nigh." Devil handed Honoria to the chaise, then sat beside her.

Vane sat in an armchair. "What happened?"

Devil gave him a severely edited account, proffering only the note Honoria had received. "The one I got was in the same hand." Vane studied the note, then frowned. Devil suggested: "Look at the writing itself, not the style."

Vane's face cleared. "The nib! He always uses those wide nibs so his writing looks heavier. We've got him!"

"Yes, and no. Everything we've discovered is circumstantial. Given what I've remembered today-"

"And my news, which I've yet to tell you," Vane cut in.

"Put it together," Devil continued, "and the murderer's identity's obvious. Obvious, however, isn't proof."

Vane grimaced; Devil's expression was bleak. Honoria glanced from one to the other. "But who is it?" When they looked at her blankly, she nearly ground her teeth. "You haven't told me yet."

Devil blinked. "But it was you who told me. You were the first to put it into words."

"I thought it was Richard, remember? You both told me I was wrong."

"Well, you were," Vane said. "It isn't Richard."

"You suggested the murderer was my heir." Devil waited until Honoria looked his way. "Effectively, he is."

Honoria's eyes flew wide. She glanced at Vane, then looked back at Devil. "But… You mean George…?"

"George?"

"Father?"

Devil and Vane stared at her. "Why George?" Devil asked. "He's not my heir."

"He's not?" It was Honoria's rum to stare. "But Horatia told me he's a bare year younger than your father was."

"He is," Vane corroborated.

"Great heavens!" Honoria's eyes couldn't get any wider. "How many Cynster skeletons are there? Is George another Cynster like Richard?"

"You've missed a vital point-George and Arthur are twins." Devil caught Honoria's gaze. "Arthur's the elder twin-and no, it's not him either."

"Charles?" Honoria's expression blanked, then hardened. "How…" For a full minute, words failed her, then her eyes flashed. "How cowardly." She met Devil's eyes. "He killed his younger brother."

"Half brother," Devil corrected. "As he used to be very quick to point out. He's also now tried to kill me."

"Several times," Vane put in.

"He's also tried to kill you." Devil reached for Honoria's hand.

"And it now looks like he's killed his previous man, Holthorpe."

Devil and Honoria looked at Vane. "What did you discover?" Devil asked.

"Circumstantial evidence still, but I've had all the shipping lists checked-no Holthorpe embarked for America, or anywhere else. Holthorpe never left England."

Devil frowned. "Let's start at the beginning. Tolly left Mount Street the evening before he died. As far as we can tell, he headed home on foot. His lodgings were in Wigmore Street, so he'd walk past here. According to Sligo, he called in and learned I'd gone up to the Place. He continued on in good spirits-"

"And stopped in to see Charles," Vane said. "Around the corner in Duke Street."

"Given Holthorpe's disappearance, that seems a reasonable assumption." Devil's frown grew. "Presumably Tolly learned something, possibly overheard something-something that told him Charles was planning to kill me. Let's take that as read-what would Tolly do?"

"Tax Charles with it," Vane replied. "Tolly wouldn't have paused to think of any danger-he was too open and honest and naive to imagine others might be less so."

"We'll presume Charles didn't recant, so Tolly left."

"Probably saying enough on his way out to seal Holthorpe's fate." Vane looked grim. "The next morning, as soon as he could, Tolly left for the Place."

"But Charles took the faster route-we know he did. We didn't find anyone who could place Charles near the lane when Tolly was shot, but we did exhaustively prove no one else was in the area. No other gentleman arrived from London that day." Devil glanced at Vane.

"Right. So Charles shot Tolly-"

"That's what I'd forgotten. The button on Tolly's coat."

Vane looked puzzled. "What about it?"

Devil sighed. "The shot that killed Tolly was nothing short of perfect-the only reason he didn't die immediately with a hole through his heart was because one of his coat buttons"-Devil glanced down at the buttons on his coat-"like these, only larger, deflected the shot." He met Vane's eyes, then glanced at Honoria. "Charles's one real talent is that he's an exceptional marksman."

"Particularly with a long-barreled pistol." Vane nodded. "All right-so we have Tolly dead. Charles "arrives" at the Place then plays the grieving brother the next day."

"Very convincingly." Devil's face hardened.

"He must have got one hell of a shock when he realized Tolly had lived long enough to talk to you."

Devil nodded. "But he kept mum and saw it through, Tolly's funeral and all."

"But then came the biggest shock of all." Vane looked from Devil to Honoria. "Charles learned you were going to marry Honoria."

Honoria frowned. "Actually, no. Not then. I put him off." When Devil looked his question, she grimaced. "He came to see me in the summerhouse after the wake. He offered to marry me in your stead, assuming I was concerned over protecting my name."

"He what?" Devil stared at her.

Honoria shrugged. "I told him I'd no intention of marrying you or anyone."

"He believed you," Vane said. "He was taken aback later, at Mama's ball, when Gabriel and I suggested you'd changed your mind."

"Hardly surprising." Devil glanced at Honoria. "He'd stopped us in the park not long before and you as good as assured him you were off to Africa in a few weeks."

Honoria shrugged again.

"And that," Vane said, "was when the attacks on you started."

"Your phaeton accident." Honoria paled.

Devil squeezed her hand. "An impulsive first attempt. I was very busy after that, then came our wedding."

Honoria shivered. "I just remembered-Charles warned me on our wedding day that I shouldn't have married you."

Devil drew her against him. "While we remained at the Place, he didn't attempt anything."

"Too dangerous," Vane said. "Too likely he'd be spotted there."

"But as soon as we returned to town, he started plotting in earnest." Devil looked at Honoria. "First, he tried to convince me to send you back to the Place." His lips twisted. "I'm afraid I told him precisely where you stood in my affections. So, from then on, you, too, were in his sights-he wouldn't risk a posthumous heir."

Turning to Vane, Devil missed Honoria's startled expression. "The episode with the brandy came next, then the three sailors with swords who knew my route home. Both attempts were well within Charles's capabilities."

Vane held Devil's gaze. "That brandy should have done for you, you know."

Feeling Honoria shiver, Devil shot him a warning glance. "But it didn't, so he persevered. The sailors, I suspect, was an opportunity he couldn't pass up-he's walked home with me from White's often enough."

Vane frowned. "What about this business with the palaces? Where does that fit?"

Devil grimaced. "It might not-but I'll wager it'll turn out to be Charles. Whatever, I'll find out tonight."

"Tonight?" Vane blinked. "What with everything else, I'd forgotten. What's our plan?"

Devil glanced at Honoria; absorbed with her own thoughts, she eventually felt his gaze. Looking up, she blushed. "I was just recalling," she said, her eyes locking on Devil's, "something Lady Herring mentioned."

Devil's expression blanked. "Lady Herring?"

Honoria nodded. "She said Charles approached her-something about replacing her last paramour. She refused him-from the sound of it, quite contemptuously."

"Hmm." Devil looked thoughtful.

"That wouldn't have helped Charles at all." Vane shook his head. "He always resented your successes-apparently on that level, too."

The look Devil shot him was sharply reproving; Vane simply raised his brows. "It might explain why he started frequenting the palaces-the timing's right. A Cynster couldn't patronize such places for long without us hearing of it, and we heard of it soon after Tolly's funeral."

Devil nodded. "But I still want to know definitely."

"When's the meeting?"

"Midnight."

Vane looked at the clock. "I'll drive-Sligo can travel behind. Lucifer'll keep watch from the street-Scandal'll be at the corner." Devil stared; Vane raised his brows. "You didn't seriously imagine we'd let you waltz in there without pickets?"

Honoria kept her lips firmly shut on the response she knew Devil would not, in this instance, appreciate-"Thank God for the Bar Cynster" was not what he was thinking.

Devil scowled. "What else have you organized?"

"Nothing." Vane's expression was mild. "But there's no earthly use imagining we'll let Charles take another easy crack at you. If you die, he'll be the head of the family-there's not one of us can stomach the thought."

Devil glanced at Honoria; when she said nothing, he looked back at Vane. "All right. But I don't want the cavalry charging in before the bugle sounds-we need to let Charles run with his master plan and let him take enough rope to hang himself."

"His master plan." Vane glanced at the note in his lap. "Is that what this is?"

Devil nodded. "It fits. I'd worried that all the other attempts were too simple, too spontaneous-simply not like Charles. You know how he thinks. Any plan of his is convoluted and complicated. He's also very conservative, socially rigid. This latest effort has his character stamped all over it. Involved, heavy with intrigue, and solidly based in society's view of me, Honoria, and Chillingworth."

"Chillingworth?" Vane frowned. "Why him?"