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the men inside. He’d always been adept at social occasions, even waltzing well. More than once he’d swept her up in his arms so fast she lost her breath.
    “Go away,” she said, wishing she had the power to banish him with a wave of her hand. “You shouldn’t be here.”
    “On the contrary, I think here is exactly where I should be.”
    “You’re wrong to have come to Glasgow,” she said. “And I wish you hadn’t. Nothing good can come from your spying here, Baumann.”
    She gathered up her skirts and left him, heading toward the light with a feeling of terror.
    L ENNOX LEFT Duncan in his library and returned to the ballroom. He made his way across the room, greeting people he had not yet spoken to, including Eleanor MacIain.
    “Thank you for coming,” he said, reaching out and taking her gloved hands in his.
    “Don’t be ridiculous, Lennox, I wouldn’t have missed it. I’m so glad dear William has been recognized at last. I just wish Hamish had been here to see it.”
    He nodded. Hamish MacIain and William had been long-standing friends. Hamish’s death had been felt at Hillshead as well.
    “It’s a lovely celebration,” Eleanor said, looking around. “You’ve done a magnificent job.”
    “That’s Mary’s doing more than mine,” he said. His sister had spent weeks in planning for tonight. The last few days had been filled with frenetic activity. “I was looking for Glynis,” he told her.
    “Glynis has taken the air, I believe,” Eleanor said, smiling. She put her hand on his arm, gave him a gentle shove. “You look as if you could do with some fresh air as well.”
    He was left without anything to say. He left Eleanor and made his way to the terrace door.
    Any thought of continuing his conversation with Glynis abruptly vanished when he saw her talking to Matthew Baumann.
    Did she know he was a Union spy? The man hadn’t made any secret of it from the first. A month ago he’d come to the yard and introduced himself.
    “I’m a representative of the United States government, Mr. Cameron,” he’d said. “As such, I need to know if you’ve accepted any commissions from the Confederacy.”
    Baumann then produced a document, a letter of introduction that looked perfectly legal and absolutely useless. He didn’t care who Baumann represented. If he thought he could march into Cameron and Company and demand to know confidential details of their business dealings, he was wrong.
    “Mr. Baumann,” he’d said, “I’m sure you can understand that I don’t discuss my business with anyone.” Even his designers didn’t know about the ships currently under negotiation until all the points of the contract had been finalized.
    The man’s mustache twitched as he smiled. “In other words, you’re not going to tell me.”
    “It’s not any of your business, Mr. Baumann.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong, Mr. Cameron. It is my business. It’s the War Department’s business. It’s my nation’s business.”
    He could have sworn the man puffed up like a banty rooster.
    “That might be so, but I’m a Scot, Mr. Baumann. Cameron and Company is a Scottish firm. We’re neutral in your war.”
    On May thirteenth last year, Queen Victoria issued a proclamation of neutrality forbidding British subjects from taking part in the American Civil War.
    Lennox prided himself on being a Scot and only minimally British. London didn’t have to know everything he did.
    Baumann studied him for a moment. “We’d be very appreciative, Mr. Cameron. Very appreciative.”
    He’d wanted to tell the man where he could put his appreciation but he smiled instead.
    “I’m not amenable to either bribery or coercion, Mr. Baumann.”
    “I’m disturbed that you would consider my words either, Mr. Cameron.”
    “How are you liking your first visit to Glasgow?” he’d asked, changing the subject and hoping the man got the hint. He wasn’t going to surrender any information to the Union operative. Not now and not