Part 4 (1/2)

He sighed. ”I remember her as a hoydenish ten-year-old- but that was before I bought colors. Have you anything planned besides this dinner?”

”No. Why?”

”I know little about Northfield's operation, for I never expected to run it. I will need to spend most of my time with Branson-he is still steward, isn't he?”

”No. I dismissed him for theft eight years ago.”

” You did?” His shock boded ill for working together.

”Sit down, Justin.” He had surged to his feet. ”I did not discuss estate business with you because it was not your concern, and in the shock surrounding Frederick's death, it slipped my mind in that last letter. Frederick had no interest in estate matters, leaving its supervision in my hands. I will only hit the high spots now. Once you recover from your journey, we can go over the books in detail.”

”That sounds ominous.”

”Not really. The estate has always hovered on the verge of dest.i.tution, but it is not carrying any debt. You might recall that Frederick left for London within days of our marriage.” He nodded.

”It did not take me long to realize that Branson was embezzling funds. Since Frederick wanted nothing to do with estate problems, I took the evidence to Mr. Collingsworth.”

”The banker who oversaw father's local accounts-I doubt he ever knew of those Uncle Horace turned over to Frederick.”

”He cannot have, but he did have authority over the estate until Frederick came of age. He had Branson arrested and transported. Little of the money was ever recovered, but the estate immediately showed higher profits. In order to prevent a recurrence, I started keeping the books myself, with Collingsworth's approval.”

”So why is the estate on the verge of dest.i.tution?”

”Frederick came of age. Until then, I had run the estate myself, using Collingsworth's authority to make needed changes. But once Frederick gained control, he refused to approve spending for repairs or improvements, taking all profits for his own use. I've authorized the most urgent expenditures since he died, but the years have taken a toll on productivity. There isn't much to work with.”

He still looked uncertain about trusting her judgment, but at least he did not seem angry about it. ”Who is the new steward?”

”Pembeck. He is a good man.”

”Have him meet us in the library tomorrow morning.”

Amelia and Caroline raced into the room, interrupting further talk. Mary cringed, but Justin showed no surprise at Caroline's garbled greeting. A few soft words brought her under control.

She relaxed. Justin's affection for his sisters was obvious, especially when contrasted to the polite manners he had accorded her. Which resolved one fear. Frederick had barely tolerated the girls.

Leaving them to catch up on the news, she went upstairs to see that Justin's rooms were ready. Tomorrow's meeting should go well. Everything was in order.

So why was the tension spreading across her shoulders? She had nothing to fear.

Chapter Four.

James frowned as he turned toward Ridgeway. Today had been his first visit to Ridgefield since his return. Aside from his call on Isaac, he had pa.s.sed the week checking the estate records and taking the first steps toward erasing ten years of neglect and mismanagement, starting with the stables.

His father had established a breeding and training program so good that Ridgeway horses had been prized far beyond Shrops.h.i.+re. James had shared his pa.s.sion for the stables, which accounted for most of their rapport. It was one area in which the heir had been an admitted disappointment. John had been a good rider, but he had relieved his frustrations on anything handy, so animals invariably learned to fear him.

Thus John's desecration of the stables must have been deliberate. The damage far surpa.s.sed simple neglect. Had John struck back at his father and brother by destroying an interest he had not shared, or had it been an attempt to imprint his own stamp on Ridgeway by eliminating anything he did not like?

It didn't matter. The damage was done, and though he had no plans to live here, he had to repair enough stabling to handle his cattle during visits. Mistreating animals was unacceptable.

Estate business had not consumed all his time, of course. He had pa.s.sed several pleasant hours with his friends. And despite the vast amount of work needed to restore Ridgeway, he had not neglected John's murder. His secretary would hire the most tenacious Bow Street runner to investigate John's activities. If the murder had roots in London or along the south coast, the runner would find them. In the meantime, he would look here. Isaac might prefer an outside killer, but he suspected the culprit would be found near the crime.

But the search would not be easy. The servants were no help. John had trained them to be deaf, blind, and dumb. Until they trusted him, they would reveal nothing. He had thought town gossip might help, for murder must still be a popular topic. But his visit had raised far more questions than it had answered.

The first man he had encountered had nearly expired of shock, as had the second. By the time he met the third, word had spread, but people still recoiled when meeting him face to face. They answered his questions with monosyllables, feigning ignorance on even innocuous topics. And though it was often mixed with uncertainty and curiosity, fear lurked in every eye.

So Mary's reaction had been normal, removing his only evidence against her. The realization lightened his heart far more than it should have-to say nothing of heating his privates. He shook his head in disgust. l.u.s.ting after a widow of questionable virtue usually led to a pleasant interlude, but not this time. Mary had once been a friend. Honor forbade him to bed her.

He snorted.

Who was he trying to gull? Bedding her was the most delectable idea he'd had in years. She had invaded his dreams every night since he had encountered her in the woods. But a liaison was out of the question. He would remain celibate for life rather than share a woman with John.

s.h.i.+fting in the saddle, he forced his mind back to business. He had to find John's killer. And Mary might still be guilty. Her situation made her an ideal target for blackmail, so he must confront her.

And clear her of suspicion, whispered his mind.

Of course, he replied in irritation. And once he cleared her, he would solicit her cooperation. She had known John better than anyone, so she could reduce his list of suspects. Even if she had come to hate John, her sense of justice would force her to help.

He certainly needed her a.s.sistance. At the moment, his suspects were legion. The Ridgeway servants had feared John. His father's servants had hated him. Today's trip to town proved that everyone feared, hated, or distrusted him. As did the tenants.

So his list included hundreds of people from every social cla.s.s. Hatred might not lead to murder, but fear was a powerful emotion. Even a weak man could strike back out of fear.

What had John done here? Isaac had hinted at various crimes in other places-and he knew of several problems in London- but the local situation was far worse than he had imagined. Arrogance would annoy people. Flagrant debauchery might disgust them. But every person he had met since his arrival acted like a victim of deliberate brutality. Could John have actually hurt so many?

d.a.m.n the guilt! He should not have let his twin drive him away. Surely he could have tempered John's conduct had he been here. At least he could have protected people from spite.

But admitting that John acted out of spite reminded him of why he had left. In the week between their father's death and the reading of the will, John's natural arrogance had hardened into a selfishness that had reveled in his new powers. Never one to follow orders, the new John had bristled at even the hint of a suggestion. His senseless commands invited protest that he gleefully punished-but often indirectly.

John enjoyed inflicting pain, especially long-lasting emotional pain. And he was a master at it-hurting James by mistreating the tenants; avenging a woman's rejection by ruining her husband's business; punis.h.i.+ng a tenant who protested a rent increase by arranging the disappearance of his son. Rumors had suggested press gangs, but James feared the lad had been sold into slavery.

Those were just three cases he knew about, all occurring in that single week. How many others remained secret? How many new incidents had happened in the years since?

Yet John's spite did little to banish his own guilt. There must have been some way to keep his twin under control. Leaving had given John free rein to raise havoc among the Ridgeway dependents.

Sighing, he cantered across the park. Gra.s.s and shrubs ran rampant. Oaks were missing, weeds choked the drive, and the stone bridge remained damaged three years after a flood. Most of the problems related to money.

His fault, he acknowledged through a new wave of guilt. The truth was written in the ledgers he had studied in recent days. The damage hadn't all been spite. John had plunged into rebuilding the fortune James had inherited, cutting staff expenses, squeezing every possible penny from the tenants, and throwing that income into any investment that promised substantial returns. Most had lost. And the estate James loved now lay in shambles.

He could hear John laughing.

If only their father had lived long enough to revise his will as he had vowed to do during their final confrontation.

His last visit had started innocently enough. He had returned from a house party at Holkham Hall, bursting with c.o.ke's latest ideas for agricultural reform. John had been in London, but he had not considered that significant. After two weeks of discussions, and with support from the vicar and several neighbors, his father had agreed to make some changes-acquiring a second breeding stallion to expand the stables; combining two tenant farms to give Walsh enough land to make a decent living; giving the dispossessed Lane a stake he could use to emigrate to America; implementing a better crop rotation plan to improve productivity. The earl had also agreed to install James as an overseer to the steward until the man mastered the latest agricultural methods.

He sighed.

Not until John's return did he learn that his brother tolerated no interference in his affairs. As heir, he demanded a voice in every decision concerning Ridgeway. His fury had prompted the earl to abandon all the planned changes.