Nowhere Near Respectable (22 page)
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Authors: Mary Jo Putney
By this time, they were close enough that Kiri could catch his scent.
Yes!
And he had the scar on his left cheek. Compact and conservatively dressed, he didn’t look like a French agent, but she had learned that being unmemorable was part of an agent’s stock in trade. “He’s the one,” she told Mackenzie. “I have no doubts.”
Yes!
And he had the scar on his left cheek. Compact and conservatively dressed, he didn’t look like a French agent, but she had learned that being unmemorable was part of an agent’s stock in trade. “He’s the one,” she told Mackenzie. “I have no doubts.”
Hearing the hard note in her voice, the Frenchman sprang into action. He whipped a pistol out from under his coat and cocked it. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I assure you that I am of no interest. If your aim is robbery, I suggest you find an easier victim, because I will not hesitate to shoot.”
Before Clement had finished speaking, Mackenzie swung his cane like a club. The weighted end smashed into the Frenchman’s hand, damaging flesh and bone and sending the pistol skittering along the street.
Kiri dived for the weapon while Mackenzie went for Clement, all traces of age and infirmity gone. Swearing in French, Clement fought to escape, but Mackenzie used his cane to block the other man’s furious blows.
The fight ended when Mackenzie twisted the other man’s arms behind his back and Kiri cocked the gun and pointed it at Clement’s heart. “Be still,” she ordered. “Or you will never move again.”
Clement stopped fighting, his expression flat. Mackenzie snapped something metallic behind the Frenchman’s back, then moved away. “He’s handcuffed, but keep a close eye while I search him.”
“You were carrying handcuffs?” Kiri said, startled.
“One never knows when they’ll be useful,” Mackenzie said as he searched Clement. Kiri grinned. Someday she would like to go through all the pockets of his greatcoat. Heaven only knew what she’d find.
Mackenzie removed a knife and some papers, then gestured toward their carriage, which had followed them into the side street. The driver held the reins in one hand and a shotgun in the other. A useful man, as Mackenzie had said.
Opening the carriage door, Mackenzie said, “Get in. Is Paul Clement your real name? Or is that a
nom de l’espionage
?”
nom de l’espionage
?”
“I am Paul Clement, but I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the Frenchman said coldly. He appeared to be in his forties, and Kiri guessed he had nerves of hammered steel.
Temper flaring, Kiri stepped forward and jabbed the barrel of the pistol into his midriff. The scar, the scent, the build—this was the man. “Don’t try to lie your way out of this!” she said. “I saw you at Damian’s.”
A flicker showed in his eyes, but his face remained blank. “It is a place I frequent, madame, as do many others. I didn’t realize that was a crime.”
“It isn’t,” she said softly. “But kidnapping and murder are.”
“He won’t talk to you,” Mackenzie said. “But we have associates who are very persuasive. They will be able to find out what he knows. If Monsieur Clement is cooperative, he won’t even lose any body parts.”
She wasn’t sure if Mackenzie was serious, or if his aim was to intimidate their prisoner. It would take more than words to frighten Clement. She stepped back and lowered the gun, though she kept it cocked.
Mackenzie bundled the Frenchman into the carriage and gave an address to their driver. Kiri climbed in, keeping the pistol aimed at the spy. He said dryly, “I hope that Madame won’t accidentally shoot me if we hit a bump in the street.”
“When I shoot men, it’s never an accident. One of your kidnappers at Damian’s learned that.” Not that Kiri had done any shooting, but she liked sounding ruthless. “Were you at Madame Blanche’s to speak with Lord Fendall? Or was it someone else?”
Ignoring her question, he gazed out into the darkness. “I always knew the end would come,” he said in a distant voice. “I just did not know that it would come tonight.”
He said no more. The carriage took them to an anonymous building near Whitehall. Mackenzie helped Clement out of the hackney and took him inside. As she waited for Mackenzie to return, Kiri wondered what would happen to the Frenchman. With an urgent need for information, interrogation methods would also be urgent.
Knowing the man would probably be tortured turned her stomach. But if torture was required, she hoped that at least they’d get the information needed to stop the plot.
Chapter 26
Kiri was yawning when Mac returned to the carriage. As they started back to Exeter Street, she asked, “What happens to Clement now?”
“He was locked in a cell. As soon as Kirkland arrives, the interrogation will begin.” Which meant Kirkland would have another night without sleep. Mac knew from experience that his friend’s endurance was impressive. But every man had his limits.
After a long pause, Kiri asked, “Torture? Thumbscrews, the rack, hot irons on the soles of the feet?”
“Certainly not as a first resort.” Mac frowned. “Torture probably wouldn’t do much good. Clement seemed aware of the hazards of his occupation. I don’t think he would break easily.”
“That was my impression. “
“I’ll join the interrogation in the morning.” He looked at her, unable to see her expression in the darkness of the carriage. “Do you wish to come also?”
“Am I needed?”
“No. You’ve provided the identification. No more is required of you. Unless you want to come?”
“I think I will stay inside and write letters and make perfume until we venture out tomorrow evening.” She sighed. “Tonight brought home that this is not a game. Because of me, a man is imprisoned and might die. It’s . . . sobering. Very cold-blooded compared to injuring or killing in self-defense.”
“It’s the nature of this work. The enemy seeks intelligence about us, we seek to counter them. It’s a great chess game.”
“I think assassination is in another category,” she said. “Stealing information is one thing. Stealing lives another.”
“I agree.” Though stolen information could end up costing many lives. “Particularly the lives of sixteen-year-old girls.”
“Which is where we come in.” She took his hand.
Mac interlaced his fingers with hers, glad for her touch. “If Clement tells us who the other conspirators are, this could be over in a day or two.” And then Lady Kiri Lawford could go back to her life, and he could return to his. Alone.
When they reached Exeter Street, Kiri kept hold of Mackenzie’s hand as they went inside. After the night’s excitement, she yearned to go into his arms, but thought she could just about manage discretion until they were safe and private in her room.
At the top of the stairs, she glanced toward the front of the house and saw a shadowed man scratch at Cassie’s door. Rob Carmichael. Cassie opened the door and went into his arms. They kissed urgently, then moved into her room.
As the door closed behind them, Kiri whispered, “Are they having an affair?”
“They are friends and comrades.” Mackenzie took her arm and guided her down the hall to her own room. “What they do behind closed doors is their business.”
“Yes, but it’s
interesting!
” As he guided her into her room and shut the door behind them, Kiri tried to imagine the laconic Carmichael and Cassie together. “Despite the evidence, it’s hard to see them as lovers. They both seem so serious.”
interesting!
” As he guided her into her room and shut the door behind them, Kiri tried to imagine the laconic Carmichael and Cassie together. “Despite the evidence, it’s hard to see them as lovers. They both seem so serious.”
“There are many kinds of lover.” He moved to the hearth and laid a fire. As slow flames caught, he stood, a tall, dark shadow etched by light. “Both have survived things that would destroy lesser souls. If they find comfort in each other’s arms for now, it’s a gift not to be wasted.”
Kiri interpreted that to mean that Cassie and Carmichael shared a bed, but not a lifetime commitment. She supposed the same could be said of her and Mackenzie. This sweetness and passion might be brief, but it was very real. Before last night, she hadn’t really understood the power of desire. Now she wished the other agents joy for however long they could find it together.
If catching Clement broke up the conspiracy, she and Mackenzie would have only a few more nights together. Desperate not to waste a single moment, she slid an arm around his waist, raising her face for a kiss. “Then let us not waste this gift.”
He gave her the lightest of kisses, then broke away, putting a yard of distance between them. “You’re going to bed alone, Kiri.”
Her mouth dropped. “But I thought you’d agreed we would be lovers for now!”
“Actually, I didn’t agree,” he said ruefully. “It’s just that I was unable to resist you last night. But my misgivings didn’t go away. They got worse. It doesn’t help that Kirkland sensed something between us and tore a few strips from my hide. Thank God he didn’t know what really happened.”
“Kirkland is not my father or brother!” she exclaimed, not believing Mackenzie would walk away from what they’d shared. “He has no right to condemn me.”
“He’s not condemning you, but me,” Mackenzie said dryly. “You are the injured innocent, I the heedless seducer.”
Her jaw dropped. “You know better than that!”
“Indeed I do. You are a strong, independent woman, sure of your own mind.” He frowned, searching for words. “But when Kirkland accepted your aid in this hunt, he also pledged your family that he would protect you as if you were under your father’s roof. He trusted me not to ruin you, and I failed. But I will not fail again.”
“I felt no dishonor last night.” She caught his hands, sure she could change his mind. “Did you?”
He hesitated. “Passion clouds the judgment. Last night I wasn’t thinking about honor. Either yours or mine. Tonight I have no such excuse.”
She wrapped herself around him, pressing into his beautiful, hard male body. He wanted her as much as she wanted him; the evidence was right there. “How can another night ruin me any more than I have already been ruined?”
“No!” He jerked away, his breathing ragged. “Imagine that our genders were reversed. If you were male and I was female and you were pressuring me to lie with you even though it was against my conscience and honor—what would you call that?”
She jerked as if he’d slapped her. After a long, shaky moment, she admitted, “I would say that . . . that my behavior is not that of a gentleman.”
“And you’d be right,” he said softly. “You must know that I want you as much as you want me. But not like this.”
“What is honor?” she asked helplessly. “How can it be wrong to desire each other so much?”
“The desire isn’t wrong. Acting on that desire is.” He ran stiff fingers through his hair. “Men define honor in different ways, and by most standards, I haven’t much of it. I don’t have an honorable family name, I left the army in dishonorable circumstances, I live my life in the demimonde. I dare not throw away what little honor I have left.”
She realized that she could probably change his mind. His desire showed in every line of his body. If she drew on the allure her womenfolk were famous for, she could fracture his resistance and soon they’d be lying naked in her bed, mindless with passion and fulfillment.
But that would damage him deeply. Mackenzie had hammered out his own hard-won code of honor, and it would be utterly wrong of her to deprive him of that. Hands clenched, she said, “Very well. I shall not injure your honor further.”
He exhaled roughly with relief. “Thank God. Because I really can’t resist you.”
“I know.” Her mouth twisted. “It is equally hard for me to resist you. Tonight I shall sleep alone and ponder the meanings of honor. But first, please unfasten this gown. I can’t get out of it without help.” She turned and presented her rigid back, which gave her the advantage of concealing her eyes. Her instinct told her that he would be very susceptible to tears. They could keep apart only if neither of them weakened.
“Thank you for understanding,” he said quietly. He unfastened ties and removed the pins quickly. Though he touched her as little as possible, the brush of his fingertips sent shivers down her spine. She wondered if the process was as hard for him as it was for her. Very likely.
“Good night, my lady,” he said as the bodice loosened and slid down her shoulders. Before she could turn around, she heard the door close behind him.
Kiri finished undressing and donned the embroidered cotton nightgown that she hadn’t bothered with the night before. Even with the fire, the room was very cold now that Mackenzie was gone.
She slid between the chilly sheets, feeling bleak. She had always been good at getting what she wanted, but she was also generous by nature. She loved giving things to others, whether gifts or kind words. That generosity had disguised her basic selfishness. Now she’d been forced to recognize that some of the things she wanted, she should not be allowed to have. Not when the cost was too high for someone else.
She was staring at the ceiling, telling herself that she must not cry. Tears would do no good, and a night of them would leave her with a red nose in the morning. She had wanted to make love with a man she cared about as a way of having what she’d never shared with Charles. She had achieved that. To want more was greedy and selfish and destructive.
Wrong.
Wrong.
A small thump on the bed was followed by steps that moved to Kiri’s side. Once more Puss had managed to join her. The cat curled up under her left arm, purring robustly. Kiri smiled and some of her tension faded as she scratched the cat’s neck.
At least she didn’t have to sleep alone.
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