Recipe for Treason Part 23

At the second mention of the minister's name, Lawrance's scowl turned a trifle tentative. "Are you claiming that you work for Lord Grentham?"

Saybrook pinched a grim smile. "Would you believe me if I did?"

Lawrance shifted slightly in his chair, careful to avoid the sharpened steel still poised perilously close to his throat.

"We're not the enemy, laddie," said Henning.

"No?" Eyes narrowing, their prisoner fixed Saybrook with an uncertain look. "Then why was your wife at a chocolate shop frequented by the Artillery Grounds aeronauts? It couldn't have been a coincidence."

"She was seeking information," said the earl. "If you were there, I presume you were doing the same."

"You allow your wife to partic.i.p.ate in such a dangerous, dirty business?" said Lawrance disbelievingly.

"I don't 'allow' my wife to do anything," replied the earl dryly.

Henning's rumbled chuckle seemed to throw Lawrance into deeper confusion.

"Did you perchance discover any clue as to where Sir George Cayley is?" asked the earl.

"a.s.suming you haven't murdered him too?" shot back Lawrance, though the challenge lacked any real force.

"I'm as anxious as you are to find him alive." The earl suddenly shoved his knife back into his boot. "And keep him and his inventions out of the hands of the French."

"W-what inventions?"

"Ye had better flap yer arms a bit faster, laddie, if ye wish to fly with us," quipped Henning.

Saybrook had edged closer to the desk and was riffling through the doc.u.ments on the blotter. "You are on the right track to be looking at Lavoisier's chemical experiments from a quarter century ago. However, it's Davy and his acolytes who you need to be scrutinizing."

Lawrance shifted again against the slatted back of his chair, his discomfort even more p.r.o.nounced than before.

"By the by, what put the Foreign Office onto the scent of Renard in the first place?"

"I-I am not at liberty to divulge that."

"They had to be aware of his existence for months," pointed out Henning, "seeing as our friend here knew about Lord Reginald's betrayal." The surgeon unc.o.c.ked his pistol. "Don't worry, laddie, the fellow's demise was no random act of fate. He was called to task for his betrayals, though his family and the public have been told a different story."

"H-how-" Lawrance bit off his stammer.

"It would make sense to share our knowledge and work together, seeing as time is of the essence," said the earl. "a.s.suming we could deal with the small matter of trust."

The lamp flickered, and the silence seemed to quicken the hide-and-seek play of shadows over their faces.

"Any suggestions for how that might be accomplished?" asked Lawrance tentatively.

"Grentham is coming to my town house this evening for a secret meeting. We've decided to avoid Horse Guards for the moment, seeing as we don't wish to alert the traitor as to how close we are coming to unmasking the conspiracy. Will the Minister of State Security's word be good enough to vouch for my credentials?"

Lawrance nodded.

"The back garden gate will be unlocked, and I imagine that you have the skills to slip inside unnoticed," went on Saybrook. "The minister will arrive around ten. He will, of course, need to verify your a.s.signment with whoever you are working for."

"Mory," replied Lawrance after letting out a slow hiss of breath. "I report to Lord Mory."

The earl nodded. "A competent man in his own right. But as my wife will tell you"-a wry smile tugged at his lips-"too many cooks can spoil the broth."

"I-I don't see what cooking or your wife have to do with state treason," muttered Lawrance.

"Oh, trust me, laddie," said Henning. "Yer eyes will be opened soon enough."

"Thank you for saving me a seat." Arianna slid into the spot next to Lady Urania. "My, what a crush. I hadn't expected a lecture hall to be as popular as a ballroom for the ton's evening's festivities."

"Actually, they have more in common than you might think, Mrs. Greeley," replied Lady Urania, a twinkle dancing in her eyes. "Most of the people are not here for the science. They come to see and be seen, to ogle the latest darling of Society, and to appear . . . more intelligent than they really are."

Arianna bit back a laugh.

"I do hope that I haven't shocked you by sounding too cynical."

"Not at all," she a.s.sured her companion. "I appreciate plain speaking, especially when it is bang on the mark."

Looking a little relieved, Lady Urania replied, "I had a feeling that you might understand." She smoothed a finger along the ribbon trim of her bodice, "You seem a very pragmatic sort of person."

"I daresay I . . ." Arianna was distracted by a wink of reddish gold flashing from beneath the curl of pale satin. "Why, what an unusual locket," she remarked, catching a glimpse of an ornately engraved oval hanging by a delicate filigree chain.

Lady Urania hesitated, her hand pressing over the disc for an instant before slowly lifting it up from the folds of her gown. "Theus designed it for me. It was a present on the birthday when we came of age."

An intricate pattern of sinuous, swirling lines was cut into the precious metal. Are they meant to be leaves, or merely an abstract arabesque? wondered Arianna, leaning in for a closer look. The word inscribed in the center was equally puzzling. Set vertically, the letters spelled out . . .

"Is that Greek?" asked Arianna, squinting to see whether she was making out the letters correctly. Her father had enjoyed reading the Iliad in the original, but her own knowledge of the ancient language was nonexistent.

"Yes. Its meaning is something of a family jest," replied Lady Urania, but she did not elaborate.

"No matter its meaning, the design is quite lovely." A single bloodred ruby, set inside the first letter, "L," added an extra accent of interest.

"My brother had it made up as a watch fob for himself, and several of our relatives who share his sense of humor."

"He is a very skilled artist as well as a scholar," said Arianna.

"Theus has a great many hidden talents," replied Lady Urania with a small smile.

"Do I hear my name being taken in vain?" Canaday had found a spot in the row behind them and was now c.o.c.king an ear to the conversation.

"Your sister was showing me her locket," said Arianna, half turning to face him. "You've a lovely imagination."

He laughed. "Perhaps too much so." Catching Urania's reproving look, he made a moue of contrition. "As I've said before, Rainnie thinks I need to be more disciplined in my endeavors. What do you think, Mrs. Greeley?"

"Life requires a balance of the disparate elements of our nature," she replied.

"How very wise," intoned the viscount, softening his serious tone with a boyish wink at her.

Arianna ducked her head to hide a smile. It was hard not to respond to his breezy charm, but she quickly stilled the quiver of her lips, reminding herself that she was not here to be amused.

"Speaking of wisdom, I was wondering something." She made a slow, sweeping survey of the audience. "In your opinion, who are the most gifted of Humphry Davy's followers?"

"An interesting question," answered Canaday. "Is there a specific reason you ask?"

"Call it curiosity. I find it is always wise to know the leaders of a group to which I belong."

"Wise indeed." He tapped a finger to his chin. "Hmmm."

"I should say Chittenden," ventured Lady Urania. "His intellect may not be as sharp as some, but he's got connections in Society and has established himself as an important host for the inst.i.tution. Davy does like to rub shoulders with the haut monde."

"An astute observation," agreed her brother. "I would add Brynn-Smith to the list. Just before he left for his tour of the Continent, Davy had great praise for the fellow's creativity in chemistry."

Arianna made no mention of the man's murder. For now, Grentham had ordered that the death be kept a secret.

The viscount pursed his lips. "And Michael Faraday can't be ignored, despite his odd quirks of character."

"Faraday?" Arianna p.r.i.c.ked up her ears at the unfamiliar name.

"A strange young man. He's served as Davy's a.s.sistant for a while and is presently in Italy with him. I daresay there will be tension between him and Willoughby in the future, as our temporary head will be loath to relinquish the stage once Davy returns."

"Ah." Arianna wasn't particularly interested in the internecine squabbles of the group. "What about Mr. Lawrance?"

Canaday's expression didn't alter, but to Arianna it appeared that the planes of his face hardened ever so slightly. "Lawrance?" he repeated. "No, I wouldn't say he holds any influence with the inst.i.tution." His voice dropped a notch. "In truth, I think he's a bit of a shallow, superficial fribble, more inclined to pay attention to the social interaction of the members, rather than the scientific work." A smile lightened the a.s.sessment. "But then, I imagine a lot of people think the same about me."

"How can you say such a thing!" scolded Lady Urania. "You have written several highly praised papers. While Mr. Lawrance has contributed little to our gatherings, save for a steady stream of flirtations."

"That is perhaps a trifle harsh," said Canaday. "Be that as it may, I would join with my sister in advising you to avoid a more intimate acquaintance with the fellow. He does not hesitate to toy with people."

"Thank you," said Arianna. "I appreciate the warning." But before she could add anything more, a bell called the audience to order and Professor Willoughby strode out onto the stage.

18.

From Lady Arianna's Chocolate Notebooks Orange-Scented Brownies with Dried Cranberries, Pistachios and Ginger 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted b.u.t.ter, diced 31/2 cups bittersweet chocolate chips 2 ounces unsweetened chocolate, chopped 2 large eggs 1/2 cup granulated sugar 1/2 cup packed dark brown sugar 1/4 teaspoon coa.r.s.e kosher salt 1 tablespoon finely grated orange peel 3/4 cup all-purpose flour 1/2 cup dried cranberries 1/3 cup sh.e.l.led unsalted natural pistachios 1/4 cup chopped crystallized ginger 2 ounces high-quality white chocolate, chopped 1. Preheat the oven to 350F. Line a 13 x 9 x 2inch metal baking pan with foil, leaving overhang. b.u.t.ter the foil.

2. Place the b.u.t.ter, 1 cup of the chocolate chips, and the unsweetened chocolate in a medium metal bowl set over a saucepan of simmering water. Stir until the mixture is smooth. Remove from over the water and cool to room temperature.

3. Using an electric mixer, beat the eggs, sugars, and coa.r.s.e salt in large bowl until light and fluffy, about 4 minutes. On low speed, gradually beat in the chocolate mixture, then the orange peel. Add the flour and beat just until blended. Fold in 11/2 cups of the chocolate chips. Spread the batter in the pan.

4. Bake the brownies until a tester inserted into the center comes out with moist crumbs attached, about 20 minutes. Remove from the oven. Sprinkle evenly with the remaining 1 cup chocolate chips. Let stand for 2 minutes to allow the chips to soften. Spread the chips evenly over the brownies. Sprinkle on the cranberries, pistachios, and ginger.

5. Melt the white chocolate in a double boiler and stir until smooth. Drizzle the chocolate over the brownies. Chill until the topping sets. Using the foil overhang as an aid, lift the brownie sheet from the pan and cut into squares.

"Would you care for a cup of chocolate, my dear?" asked Saybrook.

Arianna made a face as she entered the kitchen and peeled off her floppy urchin's hat, along with the canvas jacket. "Thank you, but no, I've already drunk an ocean of it today-and quite likely gained several pounds in the bargain. I swear, these breeches are beginning to feel uncomfortably snug." Several hairpins pattered against the chopping block as she loosened the tight twist of her hair and let the coiled curls spill over her shoulders. "I think I shall brew a pot of chamomile tea instead."

"Any extra curves would only make ye look even more fetching, Lady S."

She turned abruptly as Henning's voice floated out from the shadows. "I didn't realize we had company, Sandro."

"Aye, we've a right cozy little party in progress," quipped the surgeon, nodding at the worktable near the stove.

d.a.m.nation. It was only now that she noticed the two additional figures standing at the far end of the knife-scarred slab of maple.

Saybrook gave an apologetic shrug. "There have been some new developments in the investigation, and we needed to meet in a place where the walls don't have ears."

There may be no unwelcome ears lurking within the well-scrubbed wood and plaster, she thought wryly, but two sets of eyes appeared glued on her tight breeches and light linen shirt.

"Really, sirs. You need not gawk like virgin schoolboys," she muttered as she walked past Grentham and Lawrance to fetch a gla.s.s from the cupboard. "I a.s.sume you've both seen a female's b.u.m and legs before."

The minister quickly submerged his stare in the goblet of Spanish brandy cradled between his palms. Lawrance, on the other hand, began to chuckle.

"Kindly stubble your hilarity," snapped Grentham. "This is serious business."

"We were just discussing possible suspects for the Bright Lights mentioned in Girton's letter," explained her husband. "I will explain the details later, but it turns out that Lawrance is an agent of the Foreign Office, and he, too, has been working to track down Renard. We have agreed to join forces."

Lawrance inclined a small bow. "At your service, milady. I hope your visit to Senora Delgado's establishment proved fruitful. I understand from His Lordship that you possess an expertise in chocolate."

"Among other things," replied Arianna coolly. She was feeling tired, testy and in no mood for bantering with him. The basic information on balloon aeronautics had been interesting, but as yet, she was still digesting it all and had not decided whether it had any relevance to the case.

"On second thought, I think I'll have port instead of tea." Reaching for one of the bottles by the stove, she poured herself a small measure of spirits. "What names have been mentioned?"

"Mr. Lawrance was just about to share his thoughts with us," said Saybrook. "I've made little headway in the matter, but seeing as he's spent a goodly amount of time mingling with the inst.i.tution members, I hope he may have some useful information to share with us."

"I believe I do, sir," said Lawrance. "There is one person in particular who has drawn my attention . . ."

Grentham set down his gla.s.s and crossed his arms.

"A Mrs. Greeley, who claims to be a widow recently arrived from America."

Henning drowned his snort of mirth in a mouthful of whisky, while Saybrook confined his skepticism to a mere arching of his brows.

"I beg you not to dismiss the suggestion simply because she is a woman," said Lawrance defensively. "Look at history-the female brain is capable of great cunning and ruthlessness." He slanted a look at Arianna. "No offense, Lady Saybrook.

"None taken," she murmured. "However, I can a.s.sure you unequivocally that Mrs. Greeley can be crossed off the list of suspects."

"H-how can you be so certain?" he demanded.