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.He had not seen one woman, innocent or widow, who caught his eye.No lady had enchanted him like the young lady last night since his brief but fervid affair with the beautiful Lady Lambsbeth.As the tittle-tattle had indicated, he was damned unhappy about his unsuccessful meeting with Mr.Percy Doulton of the Bow Street’s elite Thief Takers, who were investigating the rash of thefts in London’s finest homes.But how had the scandal writers known that?Doulton was Bow Street’s number-one member of Thief Takers and so far he and his Runners had made no headway in finding the Mad Ton Thief.All they had succeeded in doing was making most of the members of the ton feel as if they were under suspicion by inappropriate and inane questions about the stolen artwork and jewels.Chandler agreed that it was most peculiar there had been a theft at three different homes and that not one person had admitted seeing anyone who remotely looked suspicious.But as he reminded Doulton, one seldom saw a pickpocket nab a man’s coin purse.Criminals were skilled at such behavior.The strange and difficult thing was that almost all the guests who attended the parties were known to someone in Society.Few, if any, strangers attended the private parties of the Season.That meant there was a robber among them passing himself off as a gentleman.“Good.You’ve ordered a bottle.But what’s this? Only one glass? Did you forget I was joining you? How quickly we neglect our friends.”Chandler looked up into the dark brown eyes of his longtime friend John Wickenham-Thickenham-Fines, better known in Town as Lord Chatwin.Fines was a tall, handsome fellow with thick hair as dark as his eyes.Like Chandler, his friend was broad in the chest and shoulders.He carried himself with just the right amount of self-importance, and he had a smile that made all the ladies swoon.“Actually, you are so late I thought you had decided not to show.I was just thinking about calling it a night.”“Sorry to be delayed.”“No harm done,” Chandler said.“I thought you must still be dallying—I mean dancing with the young ladies.There seem to be more of them this year.”Like Chandler and Andrew, Fines worked at seeing how many of the coming-out ladies he could convince to take a forbidden walk in the garden with him.No matter how bad the Threesome’s reputation got, there were always one or two new ladies each Season who couldn’t resist them.“You must be deep into your cups, man.It’s near dawn.All the parties were over hours ago.I truly thought you’d be long gone but had to check just in case you were here, and it’s a good thing I did.”Fines looked around the room, spotted a waiter, and motioned for a glass before he plopped down in the seat opposite Chandler and made an attempt to loosen his neckcloth.Chandler shifted in his chair and looked around the dimly lit room.Most of the tables in the taproom were empty.No doubt the gaming rooms would have thinned as well by this hour, with only the stout gamblers and drinkers around to see the morning break.“Well, I didn’t realize I’d been here that long, but perhaps I have.”“Sounds to me like you have been woolgathering.”Fines knew him too well, and Chandler wasn’t sure he was as pleased about that as he once was.“Don’t make me sound as if I’m in my dotage.”“A year ago, I would have found you gambling at a table, not sitting drinking here by yourself.”“I was merely relaxing with my brandy.So tell me, where have you been while I’ve been patiently waiting?”“Impatiently is more like it, ol’ chap.Don’t try to fool me.I know you too well.” He cleared his throat and sniffed.“I just came from Anne’s.Sorry to keep you, but I was in the mood and didn’t want to lose it, you know.”Chandler felt a twinge of envy.He hadn’t felt in the mood to see his mistress lately, which was why he had dismissed her with a considerable sum not more than a month ago.In years past he would have been into another relationship before the day ended, but he was restless and felt he was looking for something more or different.“So tell me, was there a jewel you danced with this evening who put you in a strain to see Anne?”“All of them.” He laughed.“You know how I love beautiful ladies, and I would take every one of them to my bed if I could.”“You love all women, Fines, not just the beautiful ones.”“True [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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