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that you have nothing of merit,

but The Cat doesn't know that. The thief may strike anyway.'

They reached the door and Brandon knew Miss Habersham was glad to be rid of him. Her farewell was curt and put the interaction back into her hands.

'Thank you for the warning. I will let you know if I change my mind about your offer.' No polite pleasantries followed, no gesture was offered to visit again, no opening to make sure she saw him again.

Brandon swung up on his horse, disgruntled with the outcome. He'd expected an

into Miss Habersham's life.

What was wrong with him? The better question was what was wrong with
her?
Miss Habersham didn't add up. It wasn't just his ego, it was a well-known fact in his London circles that no woman could resist his charm. It was galling to think that a spinster of Miss Habersham's unfortunate disposition would succeed so thoroughly where other more sophisticated women had failed. That in itself was a red flag.

Eleanor's rejection of him was quite telling. Sure of his charm, Brandon had expected the woman to drool with anticipation at the thought of an Earl's attentions, no matter how inconsequential.

Instead, she had refused his attentions and his offer of protection.

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The afternoon visit had not gone as planned, but he had not come away empty-handed. The squire might quickly discard Miss Habersham as a potential suspect, but Brandon knew what the squire did not. The Cat was a woman. It seemed an odd coincidence that The Cat and a woman masquerading as a spinster would take up residence in S

simultaneously. If he'd learned anything this afternoon it was that Miss Habersham wasn't a spinster. She was a mystery.

Chapter Three

N o r a sagged against her bedroom door. Escape at last! She'd thought the ladies would never leave. Usually the Wednesday tea lasted for an hour and a half. Today, the ladies had stayed until half past six, dissecting every moment of the Earl's visit.

She tugged at the pins holding her wig in place and freed her head with a sigh. Who would have imagined a wig could be so tiring to wear or so hot? Even in December she managed to sweat beneath it. Nora shook out her hair and let it fall freely. She walked to her vanity, placed the glasses in a small drawer and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

The tea had started off well enough. Alice Bradley had been eager to recount the doings at her place. Thanks to Alice's tendency to gossip, The

legend grew with each robbery.

The Cat needed that kind of exposure if she was going to succeed. If she were a big enough menace, the threat of The presence would be enough to warn off the investors in the textile mill. In the meantime, if the investors continued to take up residence in

she'd gladly pilfer

their wealth to feed the people they were putting out of work.

Then Stockport had shown up, looking devastatingly handsome in his immaculate clothes. She'd felt his excellent

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physique the prior night but the perfection of his face had escaped her notice in the dark. In the afternoon light, she could better appreciate the strong jaw set off by a razor-straight nose, classical cheekbones and deep blue eyes. His good looks commanded attention and she wasn't the only one who noticed.

Every woman in the room had their eyes riveted on him. They hung on each word the black-haired, blue-eyed devil uttered.

His presence would have been a piece of luck if he'd told everyone about the burglary. Yet when given the chance to admit Stockport Hall had been robbed, he had ignored the opening and perpetuated the belief that his home was untouched. That made him a liar.

His omission hadn't helped her cause either. The whole point of going there last night had been to make a statement, but if he didn't tell anyone the point was moot. He was supposed to react like everyone else and shout his frustration all over town. That was the problem. He wasn't like everyone else. She'd discovered that last night, although her brain had failed to comprehend the impact it would have on her escapades.

Nora plopped into the chair in front of the vanity and began out her hair. Last night, she'd thought the was a

stroke of bold brilliance, despite its risks. Now she saw it as a mistake. No wonder he hadn't told anyone of her visit. What was he to say that wouldn't make him look like a fool? 'The Cat put her tongue in my mouth, ripped open my shirt and cupped me through my trousers until I thought I'd burst?' A lesser man might have enjoyed circulating that juicy tit-bit over ale in the taverns but there was nothing lesser about Brandon Wycroft.

It was clear enough from the way he'd smiled and doted on the ladies today that he thought highly of himself. He was a prideful man who was completely aware of his effect on people.

His self-conceit would not allow him to admit a thief, and a woman at that, had provoked such a base reaction from him.

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had been her first mistake. Her second mistake had been leaving the ring. Nora was certain that, if she'd taken the ring, he would not have hesitated to mention her presence in his home. He would have gone to great lengths to put word out about the ring in case anyone saw it. That ring meant something to him and he would not be parted from it easily.

Nora tapped her fingers on the vanity, an idea surfacing in her mind. Stockport might go so far as to declare a reward for the ring if it were missing. Even if he didn't, she could blackmail a ransom of sorts out of him. That settled it. She would go back tonight for the ring and to set the record straight. By tomorrow morning news of The Cat at Stockport Hall would be common knowledge in the village.

Stockport Hall was dark except for the lone light burning in the library window as Nora approached from the south shortly before midnight. She was not surprised. Her information was highly reliable. Stockport lived alone when he came to the country and kept late hours in the library, which had a convenient entrance from the garden on the south side of the estate.

She wouldn't use the entrance to go into the house. She had a stop to make first. She would climb up the tree to Stockport's bedchamber and retrieve the ring first, but later she'd need an exit after their little