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cannot, Mr. Harper,” she replied, smiling. “He is not at home.”
    Tom stiffened, his instincts on full alert. “Indeed. May I inquire when you expect him to return?”
    â€œNot for several days. He has gone to town to deal with some business interest or another.” She gave an innocent bat of her lashes. “No doubt he told me the tedious details, but I must honestly confess I paid him little heed. I have no head for investments and such.”
    â€œHe is in London?”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    Tom clenched his hands at his sides. He would bet his finest pearl stickpin the maiden was lying, but they both knew he could not openly accuse her.
    Nor could he insist on searching the cottage for the treacherous bastard, damn the luck.
    â€œFor how long?”
    â€œHe promised to return within the week, but of course, he does tend to be rather impulsive and he might very well discover something that amuses his fancy and remain longer than he first intended.”
    â€œAnd he left you here alone?”
    Her smile never wavered. “I am hardly alone. Both Foster and Talbot are here, as well as Mrs. Stone.”
    â€œIt still seems odd he would not wish to take his daughter.” He paused, allowing his suspicion to be revealed in his expression. The fact that Miss Wimbourne was so determinedly attempting to keep him from her father only confirmed Tom’s belief that Josiah was the Knave of Knightsbridge. “Or his favorite mount.”
    She moved to straighten a candlestick on the mantel, her face serene, but Tom sensed a tension in her slender form. She was not quite so calm as she wanted him to believe.
    â€œSince we have no town house I would only be forced to remain in some hotel while my father was busy with his solicitor, and as for his mount—he traveled post.” She abruptly turned back to him with a narrowed gaze. “Is there a reason for your questions, sir?”
    He briefly considered confronting her directly. It was amazing how often people blurted out secrets when they were nervous.
    Then he gave a small shake of his head. This chit might be young, but she possessed the polished composure of a woman twice her age. She would not be teased or bullied into betraying her father.
    No. He would have to hold on to his patience a while longer. Sooner or later he would catch Josiah Wimbourne. It was as inevitable as the sun rising.
    â€œI am by nature a curious man,” he murmured.
    The dark eyes flashed. “Then you are fortunate in your choice of careers.”
    â€œYes.” Sensing he had accomplished all that he could on this morning, Tom offered a shallow bow. “I will keep you no longer. I pray you tell your father that I called upon him?”
    â€œOh, you may be assured he will be told the moment he returns.”
    Their gazes locked and held, both of them knowing that the battle between them had just begun.
    â€œThen I bid you good day.”
    â€œGood day, sir.”
    Raine sucked in a deep breath as her guest walked to the door and disappeared.
    She knew beyond a doubt that her efforts had been futile. The magistrate may appear a polite, unassuming sort of man, but she hadn’t missed the sharp glitter in his pale eyes. Nor the suspicion that had hardened his youthful features.
    Mr. Harper was convinced that Josiah Wimbourne was the Knave of Knightsbridge, and her hasty story of Josiah’s trip to London had only confirmed his belief.
    How long would it be before he checked with the inn to inquire if her father had indeed traveled by post to London? Or even sent word to town to check the various hotels for his presence?
    Not more than a day or two, she was certain. And then he would be back insisting on seeing her father.
    Dear Lord, she had to do something to distract him.
    Something that would force him to second-guess his own certainty in Josiah’s guilt.
    Pacing across the carpet, Raine came to a slow halt as she was struck