The Mysterious Lord Marlowe. Anne HerriesЧитать онлайн книгу.
income is certainly mine, but the capital is tied up in a trust,’ Mariah confided. ‘I intended to ask Justin what I ought to do, but Lucinda has been a little unwell because of the baby. After all they’ve been through, I decided that it was best not to involve him in my affairs.’
Jane nodded, understanding perfectly. Justin, Duke of Avonlea, had been too worried about his wife, Lucinda, to become embroiled in Mariah’s troubles, but it seemed that she was anxious about something and needed to open her heart to someone.
‘You can tell me everything, you know,’ Jane said. ‘I am certain that my brother would do everything in his power to assist you were he here. Unfortunately, he was called suddenly to Paris on some business for the government.’
Mariah nodded, an odd look in her eyes. She had thought Lord Lanchester’s visit to Paris might have been for another reason, but nothing had come of it. He remained there after Lucinda, the duke and Mariah had returned to England and no doubt his sister knew more of his affairs than she.
She smothered a sigh. ‘Andrew is a good friend, but he is suffering himself at the moment. You do know that he was very much in love with Lucinda Avonlea?’
‘I know that Andrew found her charming and was concerned for her when she was embroiled in that unpleasant business of the blackmail,’ Jane agreed. ‘I also know that he admires you greatly, Mariah—particularly the way you handled yourself when that dreadful man tried to murder Lucinda.’
‘Lord Lanchester is a decent and honourable man,’ Mariah agreed, a little nerve flicking at her right temple. ‘He is a good friend—but I am not sure that he could help with this problem.’
‘Why do you not tell me? Perhaps a lawyer …’
Mariah hesitated. ‘My husband’s lawyer told me that the bulk of the fortune Winston left me is in the trust fund. I can draw the income, which is generous, and I have a small amount of capital—but the rest will not be released until I remarry. Winston thought I might fall prey to fortune hunters. The problem is that my trustees must approve my marriage.’
‘Ah, I begin to see …’ Jane saw her friend’s mutinous look and smiled. ‘You do not wish to be told whom you may marry by these trustees.’
‘And they are Winston’s sister, a querulous old woman, and her meddling husband,’ Mariah said and pouted. ‘My lawyer said that if the man I wished to marry was of good birth and above suspicion they could not withhold their consent, but why should I be beholden to them?’
‘Surely they would not seek to interfere?’ Jane asked, looking at her anxiously. Mariah was both brave and beautiful but she was also stubborn and at times contrary. ‘Is there someone you would wish to marry?’ she suggested gently.
‘Well, I thought there might be, but—’ Mariah broke off as they heard two shots followed by a scream, then the horses came to an abrupt halt and the two ladies were thrown into a heap on the floor of the carriage.
‘Lawks a’ mercy!’ an uncultured voice exclaimed. ‘There’s two of ’em, guv. What do we do now?’ Jane registered the fact that the man was pointing a wicked-looking pistol at them. He jerked it at them, indicating that they should step down from the carriage. ‘Which one of yer is Mariah Fanshawe?’
Mariah was holding a kerchief to her forehead and appeared not to hear the question. Jane thought quickly. If she were not mistaken, this was an abduction. Mariah was an heiress and it was more than likely her fortune they were after than her.
‘I am,’ Jane said looking at Mariah. ‘Say nothing, Jane. We are in some danger.’
‘No …’ Mariah had become aware of the situation. ‘You can’t … I shan’t let you.’
Ignoring her, Jane got out of the carriage. There were four men, two of them had pistols trained on the coachman and groom. The groom was holding his arm, blood seeping through his fingers, and his own pistol was lying on the ground, where he’d obviously thrown it after he was shot.
‘I am Mariah Fanshawe,’ Jane said. ‘What is the meaning of this outrage? How dare you attack my coach and wound my groom?’
Mariah had followed her from the carriage. She was clearly a little dazed from the accident and still held the kerchief to her temple.
‘She’s the one we want.’ One of the men holding a pistol trained on the coachman jerked his head at Jane. ‘Let the other one get back inside.’
‘I ain’t sure she’s the right one,’ another of the rogues said. ‘We’d best take them both to be certain. Blake will kick up if we get the wrong one.’
‘We are not going anywhere,’ Mariah put in, suddenly coming to life. ‘Besides, I am Lady Fanshawe and my friend is lying to protect me. I demand that you allow us to continue our journey.’
‘That settles it, we’ll take them both,’ the first rogue said and gestured at the groom and coachman. ‘Get down and we’ll take the carriage. Rab, you can drive. I’ll get inside with the women.’ He waved his pistol at them. ‘Any funny business and I’ll shoot yer.’
‘Let Jane go on and I’ll come with you,’ Mariah offered.
‘No, you can’t,’ Jane said and rushed to stand by her as the men hesitated, then one of them grabbed Mariah’s arm and thrust her into the carriage. Jane saw the groom and coachman were obeying the men with the pistols and one of them had climbed up to the driving box as Mariah’s servants got down. ‘I shan’t let you take her!’ Jane flew at the man who was trying to push Mariah into the carriage and pulled the mask from his face. ‘I’ve seen your face now. I shall know you again.’
‘Take her, too.’
A new voice had spoken. Jane glanced over her shoulder and looked into the strangest pair of eyes she had ever seen. A scarf covered the bottom of the man’s face, but his eyes were distinctive, being of odd colours.
‘I’ll know you, too,’ she declared, her anger making her throw all caution to the winds. ‘You had better let us …’
She got no further, for someone struck her on the back of the head and she made a little sighing noise as she fell into the arms of one of the men, who then thrust her into the carriage. She did not hear the gasp of distress from Mariah or see what happened next….
Jane’s eyelids flickered, but as the light touched her eyes she groaned. Becoming aware of pain at the back of her head, she reached towards the sore spot. She touched the bump gingerly and found a little crust of dried blood, though there was no deep wound. Something had hit her on the back of her head—but what?
Letting her eyes travel round the room, Jane knew that she had never seen it before in her life. This was not her room, but it did not look like an inn bedchamber. Her memory was fuzzy—where was she and how had she got here?
She closed her eyes for a moment as she puzzled over what had happened to her. Suddenly the details of the abduction flooded back.
Where was Mariah? Opening her eyes, Jane pushed herself up into a sitting position and looked about her. There was no sign of her friend and a shiver of dread ran through her.
She had evidently not been left in the same room as Jane. Was she somewhere in the house? Why had those villains been abducting her? It must surely be for her fortune. The rogues could not know that it was tied up in a fund and could only be released by her trustees. If they were expecting to be paid a ransom, they might be disappointed and what would happen then?
Jane was afraid for her friend. The kind of men who would hold up a coach, wound the groom and snatch two innocent women might be capable of anything. If their demands were refused, they might be violent towards their captives. Both she and Mariah might be in danger of their lives.
Glancing towards the window, she considered taking a look out when she heard voices outside the door of her room. Closing her eyes, she forced herself to lie still as the door was