The Adventures of

Xavier & Vic

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Book 3

The Mesmerist

By

Liza O’Connor

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Cases Solved:

The Servant Serves a Deadly Cup of Tea

The Magical Accruing Interest

The Mesmerizing Mrs. Meyers

The Bank Robbery of Mammoth Proportions

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All characters in this book come from the imagination of the author and while some are inspired by real historic people, the characters are fictitious and the product of Liza O’Connor’s strange mind.

Table of Contents

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Table of Contents

A Grammatical Note:

Strange Facts from the Victorian Era that Liza uses in her fictional story:

1) The Real First Minister of England, Earl of Roseberry:

2) Mesmerism and The Real Pierre Janet:

3) The Magicians Herrmann:

4) Prince Edward’s Mistresses:

Blurb

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Other books by Liza O’Connor

HISTORICAL

The Adventures of Xavier & Vic

Untamed & Unabashed

CONTEMPORARY

A Long Road to Love Series

White Oak Mafia Series

Requires Rescue Series

Ghost Lover

SCIENCE FICTION

The Multiverse Series

Artificial Intelligence Series

A Grammatical Note:

When it comes to punctuation for period and comma usage in dialog, I use the British logical punctuation rule, rather than the illogical American rule established centuries ago when we had shoddy printing press and our fragile punctuation marks needed protection whenever possible. We have long ago discarded the presses. It is past time for us to discard the punctuation rule and return to logic. I wish to move this transition along by doing my small part in the effort.

Since my story is decidedly in England, I use the British inclusion of the letter ‘s’ to words such as ‘towards’ and ‘backwards’. (By the way, the prior sentence ends in the British logical punctuation rule.) I do know the American standard should be ‘toward’ and backward’, however, my characters do not wish to speak in American standard, nor will I write their actions in such.

Just be glad I’m not changing ‘color’ to ‘colour’.

Here’s something else you might like to know: 34 stones is approximately 400lbs. (That is Tub’s weight.)

Strange Facts from the Victorian Era that Liza uses in her fictional story:

1) The Real First Minister of England, Earl of Roseberry:

There truly was an Earl of Roseberry who was First (Prime) Minister in 1894.

He actually did have three goals: to win a Derby, marry a wealthy woman, and become First Minister before the age of 47.

And he did achieve them all.

However, all other personality traits, conversations, and actions I have given my First Minister character come from my imagination. The same can be said for my Queen Victoria character.

2) Mesmerism and The Real Pierre Janet:

Dr. Pierre Janet was a hypnotist but is also considered to be one of the three founding fathers of psychology.

The extraordinary claims of hypnosis from a distance that David relays in the book are truly from Dr. Pierre Janet as he describes certain case studies in his dissertation.  However, given all the extraordinary work he did, modern biographers tend to ignore his unbelievable claims of hypnosis from afar and discuss his multitude of findings that have stood the test of time.  I could only find two sources that still mentions hypnosis from afar, and while one source lacks some credibility, it provides more detail in accordance to the translated papers of Pierre that used to be available on the web. However, it then moves to religious conclusions and those are not Janet’s. The other source is highly abbreviated and only mentions one of the nineteen women out of twenty-five they successfully hypnotized from afar.

One last note: in my book, my character Pierre’s conversations with Xavier and love entanglements with the twin Mesmerists are entirely from my imagination.

3) The Magicians Herrmann:

This extended family of magicians from France did exist. And one did fall in love with an actress and run off with her to America.

However I made up the jewels she failed to return to her prior beau. And of course, my fictitious characters were not related to the actual Herrmann Magicians, because fictitious people are…well…fictitious.

4) Prince Edward’s Mistresses:

In my story, I have a beautiful woman escorted by royal guards to attend Janet’s lecture. Xavier suspects she might be the Mesmerist.

Chief Inspector Stone assures him he’s wrong and says she is Prince Edward’s latest mistress. I chose Prince Edward to have the mistress, because quite honestly, he had so many that Xavier could have easily stopped caring about his dalliances, thus explaining why he didn’t know who the woman was.

The real Prince Edward, was known for his constant and public affairs with as many as fifty-five women, ranging from high society to prostitutes including: the actress Lillie Langtree, the future mother of Winston Churchill, the Countess of Warwick, the actress Sara Bernhardt, the noblewoman Lady Susan Vane-Tempest, singer Hortense Schneider, the prostitute La Barucci, and the humanitarian Agnes Keyser to name a few.

The Queen and Prince Albert detested his immoral lifestyle, but to be fair, since he was not allowed to join the Army nor become involved with governmental affairs, he had to do something, thus, he took on a life of leisure. He would tour and attend public events much like modern royals do. He was considered the arbiter of men’s fashion and took great care in his appearance, even as his girth widened. He also supported the arts, and even the transition to automobiles.

The Queen unfairly blamed Prince Edward for killing his father and she was determined to outlive her eldest son, so he could never be king.  The truth is her husband, Prince Albert had been dying long before he felt the need to travel out in the dead of winter and scold his son about his plethora of mistresses. (Doctors now believe Prince Albert had Crohn’s disease.)

Once the Queen died (1901), Edward finally became king, and proved to be a most popular and beloved King. Clearly, his people did not mind all his affairs and scandals half so much as the Queen had.

Blurb

Vic has become a full partner of Xavier Thorn’s Private Inquiries, yet trouble threatens their personal and business relationship as facts from the past come back to haunt Xavier. Worse yet, a formidable foe returns and proves to be more than Xavier can handle. Fortunately, with his amazing partner and a growing staff, they are ready to take on any problem that comes their way. If only their clients were more forthcoming with the facts!

Chapter 1

London, England September 1894

Vic woke the moment Xavier slipped from their bed. She rolled to her back and ran her hands through her short blonde hair. “It’s still dark outside.”

Xavier turned on the gas lamp by his dresser, illuminating his tall, sinewy form. “I am all too aware of the time.” The grumpy petulance in his voice indicated whatever assignment called him out did not rate higher than his sleep...or their normal morning wakeup routine.

The later she greatly enjoyed. Her partner might be fourteen years her senior, but he easily matched her in stamina and desire.

After splashing water on his dark hair, he briskly combed the wayward strands into submission. Once done, he opened the closet and glared in outrage. “Victor, you have appropriated more than your share of the closet again.”

“That’s because my share should be half, not a quarter. In fact, since you care nothing about clothes and I’m a ‘fashionable young gentleman,’ I should have more than half.”

He snared a collection of her silk shirts and tossed them upon the bed. He followed with an armful of her suits.

Bolting up in fury, Vic glared at him. “Stop mangling my clothes!

“It appears I have no choice if I am to locate my desired apparel.”

While she might love her annoying curmudgeon, times like this, she wanted to strangle him. “I put a suit on the hook for you. Why must you burrow in the back of the closet at all?”

He pulled out a somber black tuxedo with a crimson silk vest. “Because I require this one.”

Vic studied the garment in shock. Where the bloody hell had that come from? In their year and a half together, she had never seen this suit. Even odder, the design was the latest fashion. It could not have resided in the closet for more than a few weeks at most. “That is very fine. When did you buy it?”

“You’re the detective in training; tell me.”

Resentment flooded her mood and made her surly. “I rescued you when the whole of Scotland Yard could not. You should give me my due. I am not only a detective, but a highly skilled one at that.”

A faint smile came to his lips as his black eyes narrowed. His large, hawkish nose gave him the appearance of a bird of prey, ready to swoop. “Then answer my question. How long has this suit been here?”

Thinking back, she recalled a finger smudge residing on the sleeve of her supposedly clean shirt last week. When returning to the closet to retrieve another shirt, she had tripped on a stool that for some reason lurked halfway in the door.

Now those oddities finally made sense. “Last Monday.”

Xavier’s eyebrows rose a half inch. “Ha! I was not even here last Monday.”

“But you did not put the suit in the closet. If you had, it wouldn’t have taken you so long to find the garment. Nor would you have required a stool to manhandle my shirts.”

“What on earth are you going on about? There is no stool in this room.”

“There isn’t now, but there was last Monday.”

His brow furrowed. “And what the blazes does that have to do with my suit?”

“Nothing if Li’l Pete wasn’t so adamant that all messages and deliveries fall in his work domain.”

“Refrain from calling him ‘little,’ if you please. He is trying to overcome that hindrance.”

Pete was their youngest employee, nine years old, and small for his age. Hell, she had been taller when she was six. But Pete was a determined little fellow with a double helping of character. He’d also been destined for a short life until the good pirate Jacko introduced him to Xavier.

Realizing her impossible partner still awaited her solution, she returned to the mystery at hand.

A glance at the legs of Xavier’s suit-pants told her Pete hadn’t worked alone to retrieve Xavier’s suit. Had he done so, the pants would be covered in mud, given the torrid rain they had Sunday night.

Tubs must have accompanied Pete to the tailor and then carried the suit for the boy. Seven foot tall and sturdy as a rock, their largest employee could easily hold the suit above the muddy walkways, and no one on Earth could knock him down. He was thirty-four stone of solid muscle.

Xavier arched his right brow in challenge. “So you are saying I sent a three-foot boy to retrieve the most costly suit I have ever purchased in my life?”

She chuckled at the annoyance in his voice. Xavier hated ‘wasting’ money on clothes. The purchase had to have killed him. She imagined it cost him nearly a hundred pounds.

“No. You sent Mr. Tubs along to assist in the retrieval. However, I believe once the garment was safely brought upstairs, Pete insisted on securing the suit in your closet, which explains the dirty handprint on one of my shirts and the stool I tripped over.”

Xavier checked the white silk shirt he had just donned. “Damn! Is there dirt on mine?”

Vic climbed out of bed and checked his shirt by sliding her hands up his back and over his strong arms, enjoying the moment. “Your shirt is fine.” She then knelt down and brushed the dust off his trousers.

“Damnation!” he snapped when he noticed her action.

She looked up at her angry partner and caressed the back of his leg to sooth him. “The faint dusting is gone now.” Standing, she slapped away his hands mauling his shirt and took charge of tying his necktie. He might have been wearing gentlemen’s suits twice as long as she had, but he still couldn’t fashion a decent tie.

A smile came to her lips as he allowed her to fuss with his neck wear. He had no patience for such nonsense.

After she assisted him into his silk vest and then his fine tuxedo jacket, she met his dark eyes, still intense with outrage at the possibility his new suit had been soiled. Her heart swelled with love. “See how good I’ve been? I didn’t yell at you for abusing my clothes and I have not interrogated you on where you might be going dressed to the nines at five in the morning.”

The anger faded from his eyes as he stroked her cheek with his long fingers. “Thank you. If I could tell you, I would.”

She refused to allow his touch of affection to distract her from her point. “Tell the First Minister you are not ready to return to service on your own. Either I am allowed to assist you, or you must decline the task.”

His eyes flared with outrage. “Victor, don’t be ridiculous!”

Feeling anything but ridiculous, Vic gripped the lapels of his very fine tuxedo. “I am serious, Xavier. Your last assignment for the government almost got you killed. Either I am allowed to help, or I will follow you about so I know you are safe.”

He opened his mouth, probably to bellow and rave, but she silenced him with two fingers pressed against his lips. “We made a promise to each other. You owe me this. You were nearly dead when I found you this spring. I won’t allow that to happen again.” Had the situation been reversed and he had rescued her from certain death, he would never let her out of his sight again. Hell, the one time she had taunted a murderer, he banned her from the office until the man hanged. He had to understand his love was no greater than hers. Neither could live without the other.

His arms encircled and crushed her to his chest. “Damn it, pup, I do not like ultimatums.” His tone was soft and full of love, even as he voiced his complaint.

“Nor I,” she whispered against his chest, fear constricting her voice. His pulse had been barely detectable the day she located him in a tenement building, minutes from death. “But I would not survive without you.”

He pushed her back and pressed his lips to her forehead. “I can make no promises.”

While she didn’t like his answer, she appreciated his refusal to lie to her. But it hurt all the same. He clearly loved his country more than her. “Do your best, then.”

Vic focused on the mound of wrinkled shirts on the bed and returned them to the closet, refusing to look at him so he wouldn’t see her pain. If the situation were reversed, no one, not even the Queen would come before Xavier.

A click of the door told her the moment he left the room. She abandoned the clothes and collapsed on the bed, grabbing Xavier’s pillow to hug. His musky scent filled her senses and strengthened her resolve. She could not give on this point.

Never once had she regretted her decision to live life as a young man, rather than a girl. As a man, she’d been able to attend Oxford, become the guardian of her younger sister Claire, and work for Xavier Thorn, the finest investigator in London. The only mar in her otherwise perfect world was the First Minister of Parliament, who seemed set upon getting Xavier killed by sending him on dangerous assignments to protect the crown.

She did not object to her partner serving his country, only to him serving without her assistance. Xavier Thorn performed better when she was with him. And vice-versa. They complimented and enhanced each other’s skills. Isolating him for reasons of secrecy was foolish, and as of now, it had to stop.

Either they accepted her at his side, or Parliament could find someone else to track and uncover the countless spies embedded in England. Vic would not risk her beloved partner again.

***

Xavier entered the First Minister’s carriage and nodded at the earl. While the man had taken the reins from Gladstone six months prior, he was no stranger to foreign intrigue, having held the position of foreign secretary for many years.

“Thorn, you’re looking especially dapper,” the earl remarked as he fluffed out his own necktie.

“That was your instruction was it not, Archibald?”

The man’s owlish, round eyes focused on him. “Yes. And I appreciate you attending to your appearance, despite your self-proclaimed poverty.”

Xavier chose to ignore his comment. As a young man, Archibald declared he had three goals in life: win the Derby, marry an heiress, and become First Minister. At forty-seven years of age, he had achieved all of his goals, making him the most arrogant and intolerable man in all of London.

Admittedly, there had been a time Xavier envied the man, but that ended when Vic came into his life. His impertinent pup was worth far more than Archie’s banking fortune and power. Nor would he risk mucking up their delightful relationship when her request to assist in Xavier’s tasks for the government was a reasonable one. If the tables were turned, he would certainly demand to be included.

However, he knew Archie would fight him on this, which meant he would have to stand firm on the next assignment.

As they arrived at Buckingham Palace, Xavier admired the giant artificial lake fed by the Serpentine River. However, he thought the three-story, rectangular sprawl of the palace an uninspired architectural design similar, but less attractive than Bedlam. He much preferred the fanciful spires of the rebuilt Westminster Palace where the Parliament sat.

Once they exited the carriage and entered the main entrance, two royal guards marched them down the gaudy wide hall, straight to the Queen’s breakfast room.

“Her Majesty will be with you in a moment. Please remain standing and facing the doors,” the butler advised and left.

Xavier ignored him and wandered about the room. Three walls were black with giant gold filigree patterns and the exterior wall had heavy crimson velvet drapes covering eight-foot windows.

He pitied the Queen. Not only were the colors dark and hellish, but the ceiling had to be nearly twenty-four feet high. The poor woman had to feel very small and depressed when she ate her breakfast in here.

Just then, the door opened, and Xavier turned to face the small, heavy-set woman in black mourning clothes. He, along with the earl, bowed deeply at the waist.

Queen Victoria first acknowledged the First Minister, but only smiled when her focus turned to Xavier.

“Finally, I am to meet Sherlock Holmes.”

Xavier’s jaw locked, preventing him from correcting the woman. Damn Doyle and his fictional character!

“Xavier Thorn,” the earl said.

The Queen ignored her First Minister and remained focused on Xavier. “I am pleased you have indulged me with this early morning breakfast. I wished to give you a more formal reception, but I was told it was inadvisable, although why, I cannot imagine.”

The earl’s owlish eyes fluttered in agitation, but he made no other response.

The Queen took her seat at the head of the table, nearest the fireplace and invited the men to select their breakfasts. One of the many servants now entering the room brought her plate to her.

Once they joined her, the earl to her right, Xavier to her left, she spoke. “While the earl insists I cannot recognize you publicly, I did want to commend you privately on saving all those young people from a life of horror and shame.”

For a moment, Xavier had no idea what she was talking about, but then he realized her error. “I fear you have called the wrong person to court then, ma’am. It is my partner, Victor Hamilton, who deserves the credit for rescuing the hundred servants. I was at death’s door at the time, requiring rescue myself. And due to Your Majesty’s willingness to send troops in to search for the lost servants, Victor gained clues needed to discover my whereabouts before I died from an infected bullet wound.” He then smiled. “So I should thank you for helping Victor save my life.”

The Queen’s eyes rounded at his words. “Well, that is most delightful.” She then glared at the earl. “Why did you not tell me I saved Sherlock Holmes?”

The earl ceased to eat and met her glare. “I was unaware of the connection.”

With a huff of dissatisfaction, she returned to Xavier. “Tell me exactly how I assisted in saving you?”

Xavier ran through the clues left in Dragons Cloud and how Vic had used them to find him in a tenement building nearby.

The Queen then repeated the story to the earl as a statement of fact, leaving no doubt he should have known it before.

Xavier had seen Archie burst into a temper for much less, but he held his tongue admirably. When she finished her lecture, Archie turned to Xavier and held up his glass of water in a toast. “You’ve trained the fellow most impressively.”

“He’s been exceptionally easy to train. He comes to the trade with natural ability.”

“Tell me about this young man,” the Queen demanded.

“He’s twenty-three years old, educated at Oxford—”

The Queen glanced at the earl. “Oh, that’s much better than Eaton.”

Xavier suspected she meant that as a jab, but Archie had attended both Eaton and Oxford.

“What is his name?” she asked. “Perhaps I know his parents.”

“Victor Hamilton. His parents died in a shipwreck as they traveled from their home in America to England. Madeline Hamilton took in the two children.”

The Queen frowned. “Hamilton…where have I heard that name?”

Archie stabbed a sausage with excessive energy. “She was a leader in the New Woman movement, demanding changes in estates laws and the right for women to vote.”

The Queen pressed her hand to her heart. “Oh dear!” She then looked at Xavier. “But the boy turned out all right, did he not?”

How shocked the Queen would be if she knew the truth. “He’s a very fine young man who has dedicated his life to helping others.”

“Perhaps I should have a talk with this Madeline Hamilton—convince her to disown the suffragette movement.”

“She was murdered one year and six months ago, while stopping a spy from revealing government secrets.”

Archie glared at him. “Inadvertently stopping the spy. She happened to be in the right place at the right time.”

“And died for it,” Xavier stated with quiet intensity. “Thus, to my thinking, she gave her life for her country.”

The Queen’s hand fluttered nervously. “Yes, well, enough talk of dying. So tell me: is this young man similar to Dr. Watson?”

Xavier chuckled. “No, Your Majesty. He is nothing like Dr. Watson.” During this nonsensical conversation, Xavier watched the servants coming and going from the room.

While most people of society ignored those who serve them entirely, Xavier assessed each person who entered the room regardless of their status. Since he had begun this tedious breakfast, nearly twenty different servants had come and gone.

Another new servant entered the room; this one had an odd glaze to his eyes, and a partially opened mouth.

The man walked across the room in an unusually slow and measured pace‒unusual for a servant. He placed his tray on the serving board and removed the white cloth covering the tray. Finally able to see the item he carried, Xavier leapt to his feet.

“Can I warm your tea, sir?” the servant asked as he picked up a gun from his tray and aimed it at the First Minister.

Chapter 2

Xavier grabbed the servant’s arm at the wrist and forced the gun upward to the ceiling. A deafening explosion vibrated through the room while both he and the servant crashed to the floor. Chaos broke out as the room filled with anxious royal guards determined to protect the Queen.

Once Her Majesty was whisked to safety, Archie took charge of the situation. The black and oppressing breakfast room now contained only three men: the earl, Xavier, and the servant who had almost killed the First Minister.

Interrogation proved fruitless. The confused and frightened servant had no memory of shooting anyone. He had only wanted to fill the earl’s teacup.

True fear shone in the befuddled man’s eyes and trembled in his voice, but Xavier could not perceive a speck of guilt. Ten minutes later, Inspector Stone of Scotland Yard arrived and questioned the man further, but with no better results.

“We’ll get nothing from him,” Stone advised Archie.

The First Minister stood and brushed imaginary dust from his sleeve. “Lock him up all the same. And let us reconvene in my office.”

***

The moment they closed the door to the First Minister’s office, all three spoke in unison.

“The Mesmerist.”

Xavier felt a migraine coming on. He had been unsuccessfully searching for this unknown villain for the last year. The fellow had proven to be impossibly elusive and decidedly lethal.

The earl took his seat behind his massive desk. “Xavier, I know you are still recovering, but if that bastard has me in his sights, I need you on this.” A taint of fear resonated in Archie’s voice.

Xavier was just about to accept the case when he remembered Vic’s threat to follow him about if not included.

“I agree, but you need more than me. You require my entire staff.”

“No.”

“Then I must regretfully decline.”

Archie was on his feet in seconds. “What?”

Even Stone stared at him in shock.

“I’m sorry, Archie, but my slight wrangle with a servant has reminded me how weak I presently am. If I could not catch the Mesmerist before, I have no chance now…not alone.”

“But you are the best we have!”

“Thank you, but, I can offer better.”

“Who?”

“The joint effort of me and my partner. I will require the help of the rest of my staff, but they will obey my orders without understanding the whys and wherefores. However, I need to bring Vic fully into the matter.”

“Absolutely not!” Archie barked.

“May I ask why?”

“The boy will only get himself killed.”

“Victor is not a boy; he’s a well-skilled investigator, and I will not do this job without him.”

Xavier glanced at Stone, hoping he’d put a word in for Vic, as well.

Archie focused on Stone. “Have you met this boy?”

“Yes, on many occasions. Victor Hamilton has a gift for investigating. He can pull the truth from little more than air at times. I am sorry to say, he is exactly what we need on this case.”

“Then why are you sorry?” the earl asked.

“Because this case will likely get him killed.” He focused on Xavier’s and his disappointment was clear to read.

Xavier leaned forward. “Stone, you know I would never allow Victor to come to harm. That is why I will not take this assignment unless he is brought fully in and I’m allowed to make use of the rest of my staff.”

Stone’s frown deepened. “Including Sonny Tubs?”

“Absolutely.”

“Sonny Tubs! Hell, even I’ve heard of that murderer.” Archie’s brow furrowed as comprehension took hold. “He’s on your staff? Since when?” His voice left no doubt of his outrage over the matter.

“Since I almost died while pursuing the Mesmerist. Vic hired him away from Seth Sojourn with a promise of more interesting work and a nicer employer.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Archie threw his hands up in agitation and then began his all too common pacing between the fireplace and his desk, as the well-worn swatch of carpet bore witness.

“Well, it’s a relief to know you won’t try to steal him from my service, because I find Tubs extraordinarily useful.”

“For what? Have you taken up murdering people?”

“His main responsibility is to protect Vic from harm as the pup goes sniffing about for clues and inevitably finds trouble. So far he hasn’t killed anyone, but if we take this case that may change.” Xavier glanced at Stone. “If that happens, I expect him to receive full immunity.”

Stone made no reply.

“You want me to give a murderer a blank check to kill?” Archie snapped.

“Alleged murderer. He’s never been charged with a single crime in his life.”

The First Minister frowned and looked at Stone. “Is that true?”

Stone rubbed his neck as if the fact gave him great pain. “Witnesses refuse to testify against him, and he’s careful to leave no evidence tying him to his crimes.”

Xavier felt his answer most misleading. “Have you ever suspected him of killing someone who wasn’t scum of the earth?”

“No. To the best of my knowledge, Sonny Tubs has never killed an innocent. In most cases, he was outnumbered and could have claimed self-defense had he stayed around to be caught.”

“How many men has he killed?” Archie demanded.

“Well, he killed fourteen during one fight, and six during another. So let’s say anywhere between twenty and a hundred.”

“A hundred?” He turned to Xavier. “You want me to give the murderer of a hundred people immunity?”

Xavier shook his head at Archie’s denseness. The man focused on political ramifications rather than the life and death issues. “He doesn’t need immunity for those murders. If Stone had a bit of evidence, he’d already be jailed for them.”

“Not that a jail would hold him,” Stone murmured.

Xavier ignored the observation, however correct it might be, and remained focused on his point. “He only needs immunity for any deaths that might occur while we are trying to capture the Mesmerist—preferably before another mesmerized puppet kills you.” His gaze met the earl’s glare. “Until we find him, anyone you meet could be an assassin, even your own flesh and blood.”

The stubborn man refused to reply.

With a heavy sigh, Xavier rose from his chair. “I have paying work to do. If you want me on the assignment, you know my conditions: Vic as a full partner and all my staff receives immunity for crimes committed in the line of duty.”

When he reached the door without being stopped, he lost all respect for the First Minister. Archie used to be smarter than this.

Once outside, he cursed the man for dragging him out so early in the morning. His carriage sat useless at his office, and not a cabbie would be found at this ungodly hour.

Overdressed and out of sorts, he stormed down the street. Two blocks into his miserable walk, an unpresuming but well-maintained black carriage pulled to the side of the street a half block in front of him. It tilted heavily to the left.

What the hell?

As he came closer, he could clearly see Davy and the horse was unquestionably Marybell. Yet, his driver gave no indication he waited to pick him up. Now thoroughly confused, he approached. “Davy, what are you doing here?”

Davy shrugged. “Not sure, exactly. Better ask Vic.” He nodded to the carriage.

With a much improved mood, Xavier opened the door and climbed into the no-frills compartment, occupied by Mr. Tubs on the left and Vic on the right.

He sat close to Vic to partially balance out the carriage’s weight. “While I am glad to be saved a long walk, dressed like a peacock‒what are you doing here?”

Vic shrugged. “Waiting to see if you wished a ride.” Her mouth stretched wide as a giant yawn overtook her. “May we go home? Davy is very tired.”

Xavier leaned over her and called out the window. “Home, Davy.”

He then resettled, even closer to her side. “You followed me.”

She breathed out in a huff and crossed her arms. “You left me no choice.”

He could tell by the tension in her long, lithe body, she expected him to yell. What he wanted to do was kiss her, but decided against it with Tubs watching. Although to be honest, Tubs had to suspect they were lovers, since they shared the same bed.

What the hell…

He lowered his lips to hers. Her eyes popped open and she gently pushed him back an inch. “Tubs, keep a lookout.”

“Yes, sir,” the giant fellow replied and stared out his window.

Xavier barely had a chance to chuckle before she pulled him to her, kissing him with hungry, possessive ferocity.

He answered her intensity with his own, and by the time they returned home, both were ready for another hour ‘of rest’ before their client was scheduled to arrive.

***

Once satiated from their lovemaking, Vic raised the topic heavy on her heart. “Xavier, did you see the Queen?”

“In fact I did. She wanted to thank me for my efforts to save the servants forced into sex slavery.”

Vic bolted upright in outrage. “You?”

“And I told her, ‘Your Majesty, you have the wrong man. It was my clever partner, Victor Hamilton, who saved the servants.’”

Vic eyed him carefully as she tried to determine if he was teasing or not. “And what did she say?”

“She wanted to know if you were the spitting image of Dr. Watson.”

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she resettled on his chest. “I hope you told her no.”

“I did, and then went on to brag profusely about you.”

“What exactly did you say?”

“And have your head swell larger than it already is? Not a chance, scamp.”

“Maybe next time I can go with you.”

“I doubt I’ll be invited again.”

“Did something happen? I saw Stone arrive, and later his men took away a servant in handcuffs.”

His right eyebrow rose an inch. “How do you know he was a servant?”

“He kept saying, ‘I only wanted to refill his tea.’ What happened, did you move the cup?”

“No. And I can say no more about it.”

His words hurt more than she thought possible. She tried to roll away from him, but he held her tight against his chest.

“Let me go,” she growled.

“I did not take the assignment.” He spoke softly, but she could hear an undercurrent of outrage. “I cannot talk about the case, but I made my conditions very clear. Either you were brought fully in and I would have full use of my staff, or I would not take the job.”

“And he said no?”

Xavier paused. “I was able to persuade him to accept you, but he dug his heels in on Tubs.”

“But Tubs is a valuable asset!” Now she understood why Xavier sounded so angry. The First Minister was an idiot! Who would not want Tubs on their side? He knew everything about the criminal world. He could tip a carriage with one arm. He could bend thick metal bars without breaking a sweat, and despite his massive weight, could keep up with her in a dead-out run. However, she refrained from stating these attributes, because Xavier didn’t know the details about some of their activities while he’d been recovering from his injury and opium addiction.

Instead, she hugged her beloved and returned her head upon his chest. “Forget the First Minister. With our growing staff, we need to focus on paying cases.”

“What is our case this morning about—and it had better not be another missing cat.”

She nipped him for bringing up the eviscerating feline case she had taken. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Probably not.”

She pushed off his chest, and this time, he let her go. “Well, according to Ben’s notes, someone thinks they’ve invested in a scam.” She nudged Xavier from the bed and followed him. “This one will require your involvement, because you have failed to teach me about investments.”

He dared feign shock and dismay. “Not so well-trained after all, are we?”

Her eyes narrowed but she kept her mouth shut. If she argued, he’d torture her with her ignorance through the entire investigation.

Chapter 3

Xavier sat in his high back leather desk chair, staring out the window while Vic began the initial interview with the new client: a proud and defiant old bird, far past her prime, but determined to remain in control of her world. Her rigid posture and the thrust of her chin told him all he needed to know: they were in for a dreadful half-hour.

Mrs. Penderheim preferred to speak to Vic rather than him. He was more than willing to oblige, given Vic had an uncanny ability to tug the truth from their lying hides. He had learned long ago clients withheld facts, even when to do so was to their own detriment. From the old lady’s evasive answers, she was no different.

He used to threaten to fire Vic if they did not tell the truth, but Vic warned him if he continued the ploy she’d cut all his trousers into short pants so he could walk about as the tallest child in the world.

Not that Xavier would be caught dead in short pants, but the idea of having to buy a new wardrobe was sufficient threat. Clearly, his pup felt it demeaning to her status for him to constantly threaten her with unemployment, so he promised to cease and desist.

However, today’s client tempted him beyond endurance. Twenty minutes into the pointless interview, he turned and glared at the ancient old woman. “Mrs. Penderheim. Given you have failed to honestly answer Victor’s questions up to now, I must conclude you distrust everyone in general, including yourself.”

While Vic barely blinked from his outburst, the old woman’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Finally, she found her voice.

“I am careful in whom I trust, and given all the charlatans and thieves in the world, I daresay I’ve a right. However, I do take offense to your second claim. I most certainly trust myself.”

“No, you do not. And your presence here is proof of it. You believe you’ve made a dreadful error in some matter and you are angry and ashamed. This is all very well, except we cannot help you unless you tell us what imbecilic thing you have done.”

Her eyebrows rose in outrage. “Well, I’ve never‒”

“Then it’s about time you begin.” He pulled his pocket watch. “You have ten minutes left of your paid appointment. If you have not given us sufficient information to proceed, I am refusing you as a client.”

Oddly, his answer cheered her immensely. “Very well, my trusted solicitor died this January from influenza and upon significant review and evaluations I believed I had obtained a reliable younger fellow to handle my assets.”

Vic jumped in. “Name of the gentleman?”

“Samuel Long.”

She made note of it on her pad. “The exact amount of your assets when you turned it over to his care?”

The old woman eyed her. “To the penny?”

“Yes, if you do not have it now, I can stop by your house today, but we will require the precise amount.”

“Why?”

Xavier stared at the ceiling in exasperation as his hands gripped the arms of his chair. God, if only he could run his business without clients. “So we can ensure the amount remaining based of the investments made is correct—to the penny.”

The woman’s smile widened. “Exactly so. I turned over 429,013 pounds.”

Vic wrote the amount down. “And do you know how much you have presently?”

“He claims I have 448,060 pounds. However, the increase seems too high for the underlying bonds that we agreed upon. According to my calculations I should earn a 4.4% return, yet the amount he claims resides in my account would require an annualized return of 17.7%.”

Not only did her exactness, and ability to calculate returns intrigue Xavier, but never had a client come to him because they felt their return was too high. “Did you ask your solicitor about the discrepancy?”

Her focus snapped to his direction and her brow furrowed with annoyance. “No, I did not.”

“Why didn’t you?” Vic asked.

Xavier answered his pup. “Because if this is a fraudulent scheme, the man will simply lower her return to what she expects, but that still will not solve her underlying problem, which is that she may have invested her entire fortune with a mountebank.”

Mrs. Penderheim nodded faintly in his direction. “You are correct in all but one point.”

“This is not all of your money.” Vic suggested.

Her eyebrows rose. “And why would you think that?”

“Because you do not seem like a woman who would put all her eggs in one nest.”

She chuckled. “I like your young man, Mr. Thorn. He may be light on his understanding of investments, but he’s an excellent read of people. I want him involved in my case.”

Now it was Xavier who became so outraged that it took him a moment to find his voice. “Who works on your case is not your say.”

The woman’s smile disappeared and she stood. “I wish to be updated weekly until you conclude this investigation. Since I refuse to endure another minute of your rudeness, you will have to send someone else. Good day, Mr. Thorn.” She then smiled at Vic. “And a very good day to you, Mr. Hamilton.”

She opened the door and stopped, pulling a pocket watch from her jacket. “Twenty-eight seconds to spare.”

Xavier leaned back and stared out the window once the door closed. “I hate to admit it, but I like the old bird.”

“The feeling was not mutual.” Vic turned to him. “So are you going to teach me about investments?”

“First, you have some legwork to do to compensate for your poor interview.”

“My poor— What legwork?” she demanded.

His pup hated to be called on sloppy work. But if he didn’t keep her humbled, her head would swell to the size of a giant pumpkin. “There is so much lacking, I hardly know where to begin. The address of the advisor would have been nice, and the exact bonds he was supposed to have invested in, another useful bit. Not to mention the price and coupon yield, so we can calculate and verify the old bird’s figures.”

Vic chewed her bottom lip.

He rose and patted her on her blond head. “It’s all right, pup. You’re still learning. Mistakes are allowed—once. But don’t make a habit of them.”

He then headed out.

“Where are you going?” Vic asked in a surly growl.

“To speak to Stone on a personal matter.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“No, this is personal, between Stone and myself. An audience is not desired.”

Her eyes narrowed with distrust. “You swear this is not about the case you claim you did not take?”

God, her ability to jump to the right conclusion was uncanny. “Actually, it is related to the case. I was not happy with Stone’s responses during the meeting and wish to vent my anger at him in private.”

***

Vic let him leave without further interrogation. If Stone had sided against her assisting Xavier, she didn’t want to know. Even the possibility he might have done so made her stomach turn. She could only think of one reason why he’d object to her inclusion: he did not think her good enough. A sense of self-doubt overwhelmed her. Maybe she truly remained a half-trained investigator.

Returning to her notes, she released a heavy sigh of frustration. “I sure as hell don’t know what I’m doing here.” She needed help, and preferably before Xavier had time to marvel at her astounding level of ignorance.

With heavy feet, she thumped up the stairs and entered the kitchen where Tubs sat, drinking a giant mug of coffee and reading the paper.

He looked up at her entrance and smiled, revealing his giant row of ivory teeth. It was a vast improvement to the ugly black rotted hole of past.

Staring at Tubs teeth made her think of the dentist who’d spent a whole day repairing them. She hoped to marry her sister off to the fellow. “I need to do some private stuff. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

Tubs downed the remainder of his coffee in one swig. “No, I’ll go. You’ll have to travel by hired cab.”

“Right. Come along then.”

Vic hated using hired cabs unless Tubs was with her. Once she had come within seconds of being abducted by opium dealers lurking in a cab for hire. Tubs, however, had proven himself more than capable of handling bad cabbies, so with him along, she was fearless.

She gripped his giant log of an arm. “Who knows, maybe we’ll come upon more criminal cabbies for you to tip over.”

He frowned. “You can’t talk about that. You’ll get me arrested.”

“If Stone dared arrest you, I’d testify in your defense, and if that didn’t do the trick, I’d break you out. Your quick actions saved a young man from being abducted, held for ransom, and then left to endure a life of drug addiction. If I had your strength and knowledge of which cabbies were bad, I’d tip them all.”

Tubs chuckled and followed her down the stairs. “Where are we going today?”

“About.”

“About where?”

She paused at the bottom of the stairs. “Why do you need to know?”

Tubs scratched his giant baldhead. “Mr. Thorn says if he’s not here when we leave, I’m to tell Ben where we’re going.” He nodded to the young man seated at the desk in the front room.

She had hired Ben to take appointments when Xavier had gone missing last year. He smiled up at her with pen and paper ready to scribe her answer.

“All right, but for now on, Xavier is under the same rule. Ben, you are not to allow him to leave without getting his destination.”

Ben’s eyes rounded in horror. Poor thing, the end of his career was no doubt flashing before his eyes. She patted his back. “Don’t worry, I merely jest. Write this down: I’m going home to see what the cook has prepared for dinner.”

As they stepped outside, Tubs rubbed his massive arms. “Are we really going to your home?”

“Yes.” She stood on the edge of the sidewalk and raised her hand to hail a cab, but none would stop, even though they appeared to be empty. The last one even sped up upon sight of her and Tubs.

“Good thing it’s in walking distance, because I think word is out among the cabbies,” Tubs grumbled.

After the fifth attempt, Vic had to agree. “No matter, it’s fair payment for saving a life.”

Tubs smiled. “It is at that.”

When they arrived home thirty minutes later, she was out of sorts. “I don’t see why the good cabbies have to blacklist us. It’s not as if you went about tipping every carriage you saw. You tipped one cab with very bad people in it.”

Tubs shrugged. “Don’t take much for people not to like me.”

Just then, her bossy butler, Gregory, opened the door. Upon taking in her dusty state, he glanced at Tubs and then the empty street. “Why didn’t you hire a cab? Are you out of money again?”

“No, I’m not. No cab would stop for us.” Instead of waiting for Gregory to step back, Vic pushed her way in.

Tubs did wait, and received a warm welcome from Gregory for being such a gentleman.

Vic sniffed the air and her stomach growled in approval from the tantalizing odors coming from the kitchen. “What’s for dinner? I was thinking of inviting David over.”

“Roasted quail and Mr. Brown is already expected,” Gregory replied.

Vic checked to verify her sister was not about and whispered. “Really? Then matters are progressing?”

Once Claire had declared she’d dropped Jonas, the valet, and wanted an educated gentleman to love, Vic had brought her David to consider. While her friend had been born a gentleman, his father brought the family to ruin. Thus, David left Oxford and became a dentist, placing himself firmly in the despised middle-class.

However, since Claire had lost her virtue to her beloved servant many years ago, Vic didn’t think she had the right to be particular. David was well-educated and in love with the idea of a brilliant woman. Vic would find no one more obliging to Claire’s oddities than her friend.

Gregory eyes narrowed. “If you wish to know your sister’s business, ask her yourself. A butler never gossips.”

Vic feigned shock. “You’re my butler? Are you certain? I thought you my uncle for sure.” Gregory had always run the house as if he were the master rather than the butler.

“On with you now!” Gregory snapped.

Vic started to run from the room, but pulled up. “Hold on. I need a carriage.”

“When?”

“Right now. I have to find someone who can teach me about investments.”

“Who?” Gregory asked.

“I’ve no idea. I have yet to ferret him out.”

Her butler stormed from the alcove. Vic led Tubs into the kitchen. “Anything for two hungry men to eat, Mrs. Yarrows?” After saving her niece from white slavery six months ago, Mrs. Yarrows treated Vic like royalty.

The cook smiled and hurried to the icebox, extracting several bowls. “I’ve your favorite pudding and some cold ham and bread. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” Vic gave Tubs the bread and ham, but kept the pudding for herself.

She was barely a third finished when Gregory entered. “Your carriage is ready and here is the name of a very fine man who might be willing to teach you about investments.” He handed her an embossed business card. “But mind your manners. He was your aunt’s man of affairs, and I would hate for him to think her nephew grew up poorly.”

“Only because you raised me.” Vic grinned as she returned the bowl of pudding to the icebox. “Your concern is nothing more than vanity gone wild.” Gregory’s fierce glare stopped her teasing. Instead, she pocketed the card. “Thank you for the information, and I promise to be on my best behavior.”

“See that you do, Victor.”

***

Vic gave the family driver the address and climbed into the carriage with Tubs in tow.

“Better sit in the middle,” she advised. “Gregory will kill me if we ruin his carriage.”

Tubs shifted to the center. “Isn’t this your carriage?”

Vic snorted. “If one assumes I’m the master of the house, yes, it is. However, Aunt Maddy allowed Gregory to rule the roost, and he doesn’t appear willing to give up his position to a young whelp still wet behind the ears.”

“You ain’t wet behind your ears. You’re as clever a fellow as I’ve ever met. I like working with you.”

Her heart swelled with pride. “And I enjoy working with such a highly skilled person in possession of an immense fountain of criminal knowledge.”

He shrugged and stared at his feet, still uncomfortable receiving compliments. Tubs had previously worked for the criminal mastermind of the London underworld. Her biggest concern was that his new occupation might be too subdued to hold his interest for long.

Vic had often felt unfairly persecuted in her life, but once she saw how people treated poor Mr. Tubs, she realized she was a mere dilettante of martyrdom. Even with his teeth fixed, and wearing a quality suit, people would run for safety after one glance at his immense size and battle scarred face.

To be fair, his nose was a bit disturbing. It had been broken so many times it no longer resembled a nose. Now it looked like a large clump of red clay bent to the right with its bulbous tip jutting to the left.

At least he had a nice white smile of ivory teeth now. When Vic first met him, his teeth were black and rotted. Every time he’d smile, it was like staring into the entrance of hell.

As they pulled up to a white stone building on a well-kept street, Tubs frowned. “You expecting any trouble inside?”

Vic chuckled. “None at all. You can safely stay out here if you wish.”

“I probably should. But if you need me, just holler. I got real good ears.”

Vic exited the carriage and straightened her suit, thankful she wore the latest fashion. The people arriving and leaving the building were well dressed and appeared to be high society.

The financial expert’s office was on the second floor, facing the back. To Vic’s estimation, that would make it probably the cheapest lease in the building, but certainly not cheap by any means. To all appearances, managing money paid well.

She entered the half-glass door etched with his name: Harrington Ascot the IV. A young man looked up in alarm. “Do you have an appointment, sir?”

“No, but I wish to speak to Mr. Ascot if he has a moment.” Vic was hardly going to tell this fellow she wanted an education, so she tried another angle. “I am Victor Hamilton. My aunt, Maddy Hamilton, was a friend and client of his.”

The boy wrote Vic’s name and information down, pointed to a well-padded, high-back chair. “Please have a seat. I will see if Mr. Ascot is available.”

He left the room and less than a minute later, a short, elderly, man with neatly trimmed white hair, entered and gave Vic a speculative study.

“You’ve got a bit of Maddy in you, I think. Come in, boy. I’ve been expecting to hear from you nigh the last two years.”

His response baffled Vic, but she followed the old man into his elegant, book-lined office.

Unlike Xavier, who made clients sit in hard, short-back chairs so they wouldn’t linger in their visit, Mr. Ascot offered her a cushiony high-back and inquired about her sister Claire.

The chair distracted Vic from their polite conversation. “How do you get people out of your office? This seat is far too comfortable.”

Mr. Ascot stared at her in confusion for a moment and then burst into a pleasant chuckle. “That’s right, you work for Xavier Thorn. Maddy claimed a sadist had crafted his guest chairs.”

Vic stared at the man in confusion. While she hadn’t a clue Mr. Ascot existed before today, he seemed to have an abundant knowledge about her life from Claire’s coming out of mourning down to the tortuous chairs in Xavier’s office.

“So what exactly would you like to review first?” Mr. Ascot rose slowly from his chair and walked to his shelves of ledgers, pulling one out and placing it on his desk.

Perplexed by his question, Vic explained her purpose. “I am in need of a quick education into investments to assist my efforts in a current case.”

The old man’s hands stroked the ledger cover as if it were his lover. “Mr. Thorn is most knowledgeable in financial matters.”

“Yes, but he lacks the patience to teach. If you could perhaps explain the basics to me, my lesson with Xavier will be more productive. I will, of course, pay you for your time.”

Mr. Ascot waved away her offer. “Clients are allotted ten hours of my time a year, and you did not come last year, so unless we exceed twenty hours, your costs are covered.”

Dear God, did the poor old man think her a client? She would have to clarify the situation, but perhaps after a few hours of education.

“How much do you know at present?”

“Consider me a blank sheet.”

He smiled. “Ah, I see why you came to me,” he chuckled. “Xavier never does well with complete ignorance. How do you get along with him?”

“Well enough. I began as his apprentice, and after a year, I became his partner.”

“Partner?” The man’s eyes rounded. “I would not have thought it possible.” He studied Vic a bit longer. “You must have a quickness of the mind and fast reflexes to have achieved so much in so little time.”

“Fast reflexes?”

“Unless he’s mellowed and has ceased to throw ink wells.”

Vic laughed at the man’s words. God, does everyone know his bad habits? “No. He still throws the occasional ink well, but I’ve at least broken him from throwing them at people.”

“That’s good to know, but I still won’t visit him. Those chairs you know.” He shuddered. “No, he must always come here, and all ink wells are put away before he’s allowed in.”

Vic couldn’t believe of all the men of business she might have approached, she’d go to the one evidently Xavier used. Then a thought came to her mind. She had never been able to find a ledger in Xavier’s office that told how much he paid his employees. Maybe it was here.

“Do you by chance maintain the employee’s salary ledger for Xavier?”

“Salary ledger?” Then he chuckled. “I see I’ve a lot to teach you. Pull up that chair, and we’ll use your accounts for all examples.”

“My accounts?”

“Yes. Bring the chair around and we’ll review them all, including the money set aside for Claire’s dowry since she has finally come out of mourning.”

Baffled into muteness, Vic moved the chair next to the old man and listened in a state of shock as she discovered the immense fortune left to her and Claire by her dear Aunt Maddy.

***

Four hours later, when Vic climbed into the carriage, she seethed with fury.

“Problem?” Tubs asked.

She growled and muttered something beneath her breath.

Tubs leaned forward. “You want me to rough someone up?”

Her eyes met his. “Any chance you’d be willing to pick up Xavier by his feet and drop him on his head?”

Tubs choked and shook his head with vigor.

“Then I guess I’ll have to kill him myself.”

Chapter 4

Vic stormed past the small sign reading Thorn’s Private Inquiries and through the front door of their office building, livid with rage.

“Mr. Thorn wants to see you at once.” Ben pointed to the closed door of Xavier’s office.

Vic headed towards it, head lowered, like a bull spotting a red cloak. She smashed inside and slammed the door behind her.

“Bloody hell, have you never heard of knocking?” Xavier chided.

She continued forward, grabbing him by his lapels before he could stand. “You bastard. You cheating, lying, bastard!”

His hands covered hers and pried them from his clothes. “What are you going on about? I’ve done nothing to deserve such castigations. Whatever Claire said is a lie. I have told you before, there is and never will be anyone but you in my life, Vic. So calm down and gather your reason before you proceed. I do not like being falsely accused.”

“Falsely accused? Then Mr. Ascot’s ledgers lie when they show the salary you have paid me for the last year and a half actually comes from a bond Aunt Maddy left me?”

“Ah…” A pained grimace covered his previously outraged face. His eyes closed for a moment, and then he opened them. “What were you doing at Ascot’s? Ben said you were at your house. If the boy can’t be more accurate than that, I’m going to have to fire him.”

“Don’t change the topic, you cheating bastard! You have lied to me since the day we met. All this time, I have been working here, and you never paid me a dime. All the while, you led me to believe you were the most generous of employers, paying me the princely sum of a hundred pounds a month.” The enormity of his lie was too much. Her hand tightened into a fist and she clocked him across his arrogant chin.

She’d never hit a person before and never planned to again. Her knuckles screamed in pain. “Bloody hell, that hurts!”

Xavier pushed her back and stood. “Well, if it’s any consolation, it didn’t feel so great on my end either.” Grabbing her wrist, he pulled Vic behind him as he left the office and headed upstairs.

Once inside their bedroom, he closed the door and locked it. When he turned around, she hit him in the stomach with her other fist.

For a female, she delivered a powerful blow. He gathered both her hands and led her to the bed, assuming he had his little pugilist under control until she kicked his shin.

“Vic, stop it! Before we are both crippled and unable to work.”

“Work?” Her eyes were glassy with tears of outrage. “If you think I am working for you ever again, you are not only a lying, cheating bastard, but a fool, as well.” Her lips trembled. “I trusted you! How could you do this to me? You said you loved me and all the while you were stealing my money.”

“No!” he insisted. “That is far from the truth. I love you, Vic, with all my heart. I am sorry this has hurt you. Just let me explain the matter from my perspective.”

She shook her head. “I know the truth already. There’s nothing you can say to change the facts. If you truly loved me, you would not have done it.” Her declaration struck him to his core, and undid her, as well. She burst into wrenching sobs.

He gathered her into his arms and held her, ignoring her angry flailing fists. “When we first met, Thorn’s Inquiry was little more than a front for my work with the government. Any salary I could have offered wouldn’t have covered a tenth of your monthly expenses. But from the very first moment, I was intrigued and enchanted by your brain.”

He caressed her silky two-inch long hair. “I’m not proud of it now, but at the time, I justified my actions by rationalizing that normally an apprentice is expected to pay the craftsman to learn his skills. While I would not charge you, I did have you pay your own salary.” Before she could respond, he continued. “I was wrong to do so. At the time, I thought it devilishly clever. I had a fabulous apprentice and you had the best of masters teaching you a career you were born to do.”

“Employer,” she grumbled into his chest.

“Yes. An employer who fell in love with you, who watched you exceed beyond his wildest imagination, who made you his partner in all ways, but who could never figure out how to undo his past clever trick without destroying everything.”

She pushed back and stared at him with red-rimmed mistrusting eyes. “What do you mean?”

He stroked her cheek. “Since you’ve come aboard, the business has turned profitable. But if I gave you every shilling after I’ve paid our employees and bills, you would only make fifteen pounds a month. Had I offered you a reasonable salary from the first, this might have been satisfactory. But to cut your hundred pounds down to fifteen would be intolerable. So even when you graduated from apprenticeship and became my partner, I could not alter my original deceit.”

“You could have paid me a hundred and fifteen,” she grumbled.

“I could have. However, you have always complained your salary was too large as it is. So instead, I had the amount left over placed into a pension for our employees, so when they become injured or too old to work, they will continue to have an income to live upon. In that way, neither of us is paid by our business. We each live off our investments.”

Once again, she gripped his collar. “You swear that is the truth?”

It killed him that she no longer trusted his word. “I swear on my life and the love between us.”

“How much is in their pension?”

“About two thousand, five hundred pounds.”

She shook her head. “But that makes no sense. You said—”

His fingers covered her lips and stilled her protest. “Davy has been with me for seventeen years now. While I am nowhere near as wealthy as you, I have built a tolerable sum from my investments. From it, I’ve supported myself, paid Davy’s salary, and put away what I could into a pension for him. However, when you made our business profitable and we acquired more employees, I moved each month’s entire net income to a pension fund for them all. Given the way you fret over our employees’ salaries, I hoped if my foolish trick ever came to light, you would at least approve of where the money from your hard work had gone.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me I was rich and you couldn’t afford to pay me? I would have still come to work for you.”

His right brow arched in challenge to her claim. “Really. If I recall correctly, you turned the job down until I offered you a hundred pounds, paid in advance.”

“Well, you had a reputation for firing secretaries after a week.” Her face darkened with a scowl. “You’re changing the subject again. The point is you were the trustee to my fortune and never said a word!”

“Maddie requested I keep the extent of your fortune to myself until you had succeeded in a career of your choosing. She had seen far too many young men with potential fall to drink and gambling for the lack of a profession. She could not bear the idea of her money destroying your fabulous potential.”

“But I have proven myself,” Vic growled and slammed his arm with her fist.

“Yes, you have. But unfortunately, I was still held silent by my initial bit of cleverness. I feared this exact reaction once you knew.”

He gathered her hands and held them to his heart, so she might understand where her blows truly landed. “I have never once touched your fortune. Mr. Ascot can attest to that. The only money removed has gone to you. And had you ever stated a need for additional monies, I would have ensured you receive it.”

She glared at him with red sulky eyes. “That should have been my decision.”

“Yes, it should have. You long ago proved yourself competent to run your life and your money. However, I was initially silenced by Maddie’s promise and later by my deception. One, which resolved with time, and the other, which grew uglier with each passing year. Yet, I could not seem to untangle myself. I feared I would lose you over my foolishness.

When she turned her head away from him, he pulled it back, determined to humble himself if that would return her trust, for he could not live without her. Whatever it took, he would do.

“You have to forgive me, Vic. If your love is half what I feel for you, then we cannot lose it because of something I did before we fell in love. You have to forgive me.” His voice cracked with emotions he rarely felt: shame, regret, and an underlying terror she’d leave him over this.

Her fisted hands unfurled and moved up his chest until they encircled his neck. After a deep sorrowful gaze, exposing the depth of heartbreak he’d caused her, but also the love she still held for him, Vic pulled his lips to hers.

Relieved and exhilarated they had survived this moment, he answered her kiss with passion.

If he had lost her over this foolishness, he would have never recovered. She was his purpose and reason for being.

Chapter 5

Vic rested her head upon Xavier’s bare chest. She could not believe how close she had come to leaving him over nothing. How could she have ever thought him a thief? Doubted everything he was? She pressed her lips to his chest and then met his sad eyes. Unquestionably, he was disappointed in her lack of faith.

“While you should have told me the truth from the start—”

He nodded. His capitulation touched her deeply. She scooted higher upon his chest so her face hovered directly over his.

“I should not have doubted you. In the future, I will not react to any disturbing facts, which lie between us, until you’ve had a chance to explain them from your perspective.”

The sadness dissipated, and a smile came to his lips. “Thank you, and I will do the same. However, for my part, I never intend to lie to you again.”

She pressed her lips against the purplish hue on his chin where she had hit him. Regret threatened to overwhelm her, but she pushed it away. “Like iron, we’ve been plunged into fire and beaten, but the end result is that we’re stronger than before.”

His eyes sparkled with teasing mischief. “If you start spouting poetry, I’m tossing you to the floor.”

She tried to roll off him, but he held her above him. “The horrid poetic analogy aside, we are stronger for having gone through this. For that I am grateful, but to be honest, I hope we never go through another test of faith.”

Her attempt to kiss him failed when he rolled her off the bed. “Sorry, pup, but we’ve work to do. While you were not at your house determining the evening menu as you told Ben, did you manage to acquire any of the information you failed to obtain from the client?”

She grimaced as she pulled on her trousers. “No. Did your scolding of Stone go as planned?”

Xavier sat up and ran his hand through his short black terrier hair. “Stone didn’t cooperate. He was too intent upon yelling at me for putting him in the middle of a cock fight.”

Vic assumed the cock fight was only a poetic analogy, and Stone’s complaint was that he didn’t want to choose sides between Xavier and the First Minister. “Well, he does need to keep his job to be useful. And if you bully him into losing it, we’ll likely be sorrier than him.”

While she made this keen observation, she had once again managed to get herself tangled in the tight muslin bodice she used to flatten her breasts and widen her waist.

Xavier came to her rescue and helped her pull her anaconda shirt over her head. “When Stone mentioned his likely replacement, I came to the same conclusion.”

Even though she dreaded his reply, she couldn’t leave her worry alone. “So Stone was against having me on the case?”

Xavier returned to his own dressing, which was just as well, because the man hadn’t a clue how to set the three-inch collars of her shirt, or tie an octagonal bow.

“Stone agreed you would be a valuable addition and complimented your intuitive skills, but then expressed a worry for your safety. Since the earl cares not a whit for other people’s safety, the inspector’s words supported your inclusion.”

“But?”

“But, I foolishly attempted to ameliorate the safety concern by mentioning Tubs would protect you.”

She pulled on her jacket and tended to Xavier, who had little patience for dressing himself. “While I object to Tubs’ job being reduced to such a menial task, since he does far more than ‘protect’ me, I cannot imagine why Stone would have an opinion on the matter.”

Xavier pulled away before she could finesse his tie. “Because professionally, Tubs has outwitted Stone at every turn and he resents it. So he told the earl the man is a mass murderer, and now the First Minister is dead set against providing Tubs immunity for his actions during the case.”

“Is this case so dangerous we cannot do without him?” The truth was she really wanted to work on a secret government case. She suspected it would be far more exciting than determining if Mrs. Penderheim’s money was in the care of a thief.

Xavier met her eyes. “This particular case is rife with danger. I have attempted to track the Mesmerist for over a year and I still do not even know his identity.”

“Are you even certain of his gender?”

His long finger chucked her beneath the chin. “Not even that.” Then he sobered. “But whichever gender, thirty-seven good men are dead, and yesterday, the First Minister came damn close to being the thirty-eighth.” He paused. “You understand, by telling you this, I could be sent to prison for treason.”

Her eyes rounded in horror. “Then why did you tell me?”

“Because there are no more secrets between us,” he replied and opened the door. “And since you’ve wasted the entire day lollygagging about, we had better go visit Mrs. Penderheim before she goes out for the night. Otherwise, tomorrow will be a waste, as well.”

***

When Vic entered Mrs. Penderheim’s parlor, the woman seemed pleased, until Xavier followed in. Before an objection could be raised, possibly demanding he return to the carriage, Vic spoke. “I asked Mr. Thorn to accompany me, since this is my first financial investment case, and thus, in this situation, I am still an apprentice. I hope you do not mind. He has promised not to speak unless absolutely necessary.”

Xavier had promised no such thing, but fortunately, he did not correct her. Instead, he sat in the high back furthest from the lady in a profile of aloof arrogance, or perhaps an eagle searching the valley beneath for rabbits.

Vic sat in the chair across from the old woman. “I require more information. I hope you do not mind?”

“Not at all,” Mrs. Penderheim replied, giving Vic a smile of encouragement.

“Can you provide the address of Mr. Samuel Long?”

The woman recited the address from memory.

“And do you possess a document listing the bonds he claims to have purchased for you, the nominal coupon rates, and the prices he paid?”

The woman stood and patted Vic on her shoulder. “Someone has spent their day productively.” She then left the room to retrieve the document.

Xavier ceased his eagle in profile pose and eyed her. “So that is how you came to meet Ascot. Didn’t want to learn from your old master, eh?”

“Partner,” she corrected. “And you are much better with half-educated students, than truly ignorant ones.”

A faint smile touched the grim set of his lips. “I have taught Barnacle and Pete everything they know, and both survived their education.”

“You taught Barnacle to be a savvy, watchful, street-boy. But, I daresay, he was already a street-boy when you met him. And I’m certain Pete knew how to fetch and deliver before he ever set eyes upon you.”

Xavier’s eyebrows had risen a good inch, but he never had a chance to respond since Mrs. Penderheim returned with the document.

She handed it to Vic. “Please be careful with it. It is the only copy I have.”

Vic frowned at the speckle of type-overs. “He’s not a very good typewriter.”

“Still, it impressed me he could type at all, showed a willingness to step into the future instead of clinging to the past.”

Vic nodded in agreement.

The grand dame eyed her. “I noticed a typing machine in your office. Can you operate it, or is it for show?”

A slight growl emanated from Xavier’s corner and Vic spoke before he could articulate his annoyance into words. “We would never buy anything for show. Mr. Thorn can use the machine moderately well, and I can type at a good pace without errors.”

Mrs. Penderheim smiled at her. “Why am I not surprised? I would expect no less of Madeline’s nephew.” Her eyes twinkled. “You see, I have done my own bit of investigating.”

“You knew my aunt?”

“Indeed. She and I were good friends for many years.” A sadness fell over the woman. “When she joined the New Woman movement, my husband demanded I cut her off. By the time the old pig-headed fool died, Maddy was gone.” She blotted her eyes with her handkerchief. “Against the old toad’s wishes, I attended her funeral. I saw you and your sister from afar. I so wanted to introduce myself and provide my condolences, but I didn’t dare. I am glad you’ve turned out so well and have acquired an occupation.”

She leaned in to whisper, “I know they are frowned upon, but I believe having purpose to your life makes you a better person. Compared to the other young men your age, you are most impressive. Not one that I know would have spent the day learning about bonds so he might do his job better.”

Moving so close to the edge of the seat that Vic feared the old woman would fall from her chair, she continued in her whisper. “I noticed the old hawk in the corner looked most surprised when you mentioned the particulars of a bond. So who did you go to for your lesson in finance?”

“A friend of my aunt, Mr. Ascot.”

Her ancient hands clapped in approval. “An excellent choice. He was my tutor, as well. When my husband died, he left me in a terrible fix. I had no clue about my money. He’d kept me totally in the dark, the odious tyrant. Fortunately, Mr. Ascot, who is not of the mind that women cannot understand such matters, explained everything so well.”

Her reply confused Vic. Why, if she knew Mr. Ascot, would she put her money with this Samuel Long who might be a thief?

The lady patted her white hair and sat back in her chair. “You are no doubt wondering if I have a good man, why would I look further.” She sighed. “Mr. Ascot is older than I am, and will no doubt lose his mind or die before I have lost a need for my money, so while I have left him a sizable portion to manage, I am trying to discover a younger man of his equal. So far, I have only found two who impress me, but now I am no longer certain about Mr. Long.” She then smiled. “But you will ferret out the truth. Do you know I went to five other investigative services before you? Upon receiving the same vague detail I first provided, they each declared with certainty they’d discover the truth, and then asked for sizable retainers.”

Mrs. Penderheim glanced at Xavier. “That man, on the other hand, threatened to toss me out if I refused to be more forthcoming, and never once have I been asked to provide a retainer.”

“We bill by the hour,” Vic said. “But rest assured, you will not be charged for the time I require to learn this portion of my job.”

She rose, indicating the meeting was over. “I was confident I had found the right investigator to discover the truth when I left. However, once I discovered exactly who you were, I knew I could trust you implicitly. I intend to use you for all my investigative needs, and brag on you outrageously with every success. Soon you may have so much business, you won’t know what to do.”

Upon walking them to the door, the grand dame kissed Vic on both cheeks. “You do carry a gun, I hope. While I doubt Samuel Long a dangerous fellow, I suspect all your cases will not be so benign.”

Vic patted her hand. “Mr. Thorn has trained me well in firearms.”

The woman smiled at Xavier. “Good…it’s right the old should pass their knowledge to the young.”

Vic felt the temperature around Xavier drop below freezing at her words. When they entered the carriage, he remained silent and the temperature remained chilly.

“Would you like to eat at home tonight? You can meet the fellow I’ve picked out for Claire. And we’re having quail. Mrs. Yarrows does a mean bird.”

Nothing but a deafening silence filled the carriage.

Vic moved over to his seat and snuggled against him. His arm secured her and pulled her tight. That gave her hope.

“You know, Mrs. Penderheim may be of an age where she can only see two categories. The very young, and everyone else gets tossed into a broad category of ‘old’.”

He pressed his lips against the top of her forehead. “Nice try.”

“Xavier, you are by no means old. And since I’ve joined your firm, I believe you are getting younger.”

He chuckled softly.

“I’m serious. When I first met you, you were impossibly grumpy. Now, you can be ever so silly, like sitting in the corner with your giant nose in the air. I felt like I should toss rabbits so you could swoop down and carry them away.”

Her silly observation prompted him to swoop down and kiss her with hungry passion and absolute love. When the kiss ended, he caressed her face with his long fingers and admired her with twinkling eyes. “You have made me younger. I felt a hundred years old when we first met, and now, I often feel like a randy boy.”

She nipped at his nose to distract him. “We are getting near to home, what do you want? Quail or whatever gruel we can find at the office?”

He thumped on the carriage roof. “Davy, we’re eating at Vic’s house.”

She noticed the carriage picked up speed. Poor Davy must be starved for a decent meal.

“Wait! Mr. Tubs will be stuck with gruel. Maybe we should pick him up first.”

“He’s out lurking the streets,” Xavier replied.

Vic sat up. “On what case?”

Gripping her hair, he gently tugged on it, as if trying to decide whether to fight or make love. “I sent him out on an exploratory mission to see if he could pick up any whispers on a case we have not taken.”

Why would he do that if he had truly not taken the case? But then the answer came to her. “You want them to see what a valuable asset Tubs is.”

Her brilliant insight earned her another kiss as a reward. Xavier was still rewarding her when they pulled up to the Hamilton mansion.

Fortunately, Davy knew better than to open the carriage door. He just stood before it and prevented the footman from doing so. “They’ll come out when they’re ready. Probably discussing a case, likely as not,” he explained to the frustrated servant. “Don’t like to be disturbed, they don’t.”

Xavier finally released her and brushed down her hair. “Enough secret discussions, let’s go check out this poor fellow you’ve found for Claire.”

“Don’t you dare call him ‘poor fellow’ within his hearing. It might scare him off, and then Claire will set her eyes upon you again.”

***

Her warning evidently worked, because Xavier was at his most charming when introduced to her friend.

“David is the fabulous dentist who worked miracles with Mr. Tubs’ teeth,” Vic said, wishing to brag on her friend. Since Xavier never forgot a thing, he didn’t require the reminder.

“Now that was a miracle,” Xavier said as he shook David’s hand. “Had Vic consulted me first, I would have told him it was an impossible task. But you are clearly the Michelangelo of dentistry.”

Claire joined them, dressed in a new off-the-shoulder gown of dark blue silk, which brought out her blue eyes and rosy cheeks. Her blonde hair was pulled back from her face with a matching ribbon. This allowed the golden strands of curly hair to cascade over her bare shoulders. Vic had never seen her sister look more beautiful, or more confused.

“Xavier, are you feeling well?”

Vic cringed. Just because Xavier was being sociable to David was no reason to question his health.

His eyebrows rose in challenge. “I feel just fine. Thank you for inquiring. I understand we are having quail tonight.”

Claire continued to study him a long moment, and evidently gave up trying to make sense of this strange transformation. Instead, both her hands wrapped upon her beau’s arm. “David and I were discussing the latest theories of mesmerism. I don’t suppose that holds any interest for the two of you?”

Vic could hear the hint in Claire’s voice. Her sister wanted to be left alone with David. Unfortunately, before she could declare they had no interest whatsoever, Xavier spoke up.

“Fascinating topic. I cannot wait to hear all about it.”

Claire glared at Vic, expecting her to rein him in, but that was as ridiculous as asking her to rein in the weather. Xavier was a force of his own.

The best she could do was offer a compromise. “You can tell us about it until dinner is ready. After dinner, we’ll unfortunately have to return to the office.”

“At such a late hour?” David asked.

“Unfortunately, criminals don’t seem to sleep at night.” Vic motioned for Claire to lead them to the parlor. “So when did you gain an interest in mesmerism, Claire?”

The lovebirds settled on the couch, while Xavier and Vic took chairs.

“Since it has left the hands of charlatans and moved into the realm of true scientists. David brought me the most fascinating book, just out in print, called Les Accidents Mentaux des Hysteriques, by Pierre Janet.”

“The Mental Accidents of Hystericals,” David added, evidently remembering Vic had always struggled with French.

Unfortunately, Xavier assumed the translation was meant for him. Before he could reply and ruin the bon temp in the room, Vic spoke to her annoyed partner. “David is well aware of my struggles with the French language at school. God knows, I would have given up, if not for his assistance.”

With his feathers settled, Xavier relaxed. “That’s right, you attended Oxford together.”

“Yes, we were roommates until I left for King’s College.”

“Really?” Xavier glanced at Vic with a distinct question in his mind. No doubt he wondered if David knew her true gender. She gave the slightest shake of her head and slight raise of her eyebrows to let him know she wanted the topic dropped.

Evidently satisfied, Xavier returned his focus to Claire. “So do you believe a person can take control of another’s will through mesmerization?”

“Pierre Janet leaves no doubt that it can be done,” Claire replied in a voice that dared anyone to question her authority.

“But first, the scientists had to give it a new name. They call it hypnosis.” David added with a grin. “Probably a good idea, if they ever wish to be taken seriously.”

Claire smiled at David as if he were a god, and then continued. “Most hypnotists still follow the methods of the mesmerists and put the person into a trance. For example, this has been successfully done to perform surgeries and tooth extraction without chloroform.”

David shook his head. “To what purpose, I do not understand, since nitrous-oxide works perfectly fine. Rest assured, I have no intention of making my patients go without their painkiller. It’s fast and effective. My reading indicates putting a person into a trance often requires a half-hour to achieve and some people are simply not susceptible to hypnosis.”

Xavier leaned forward as if his big hawk nose had scented a rabbit. “What type of person is susceptible?”

David looked to Claire. Vic had no doubt he knew the answer, but he wished for his beloved to show off her brilliance.

Claire tilted her chin up with pride and answered. “According to Pierre Janet, within every person resides both integrative and creative activities which affect the personality and sense of self, but remain outside the person’s awareness in their awakened state.”

David then translated. “This means traumas from our past will affect our daily behaviors, but we are completely unaware of the connection.”

She nodded and continued. “These activities that remain outside of our consciousness can either co-exist peacefully, or create serious conflicts, as occurs in the mentally ill. In severe cases, they can even create multiple personalities. He refers to this as a dissociated state.”

“And where does hypnotism come into this?” Xavier asked, no doubt losing patience with Claire’s pontifications.

“Monsieur Janet is one of the first scientists to document over a hundred cases of mental disturbances, where hypnosis assisted in rebalancing the person’s mental state.”

“How?”

Claire responded, “The dissociated portion of the brain is easy to reach and manipulate because it lacks higher functions of mental reasoning.”

Vic was about to suggest Claire get off her high horse and speak plainly, so the simple folks could understand, but fortunately, David took pity and translated for them.

“Which means if a person were afraid of horses, a hypnotist could convince this section of the brain that there are no horses, only very large dogs who like to be ridden and because this level of brain function has no ability to consider the rationality of the claim, it simply accepts and acts upon what it’s told.” David then frowned. “That’s Dr. Janet’s theory. To be honest, I hope he’s wrong. The idea of people able to convince me a horse is a dog is rather disturbing.”

***

Xavier understood David’s concern. He found it even more disturbing that someone had convinced a loyal servant of the Queen that pulling the trigger of a gun would refill a teacup. But that appears to be precisely what had happened. He leaned forward. “Does the fellow say how long it takes to place such a suggestion into a person’s head?”

David shrugged. “Dr. Janet indicated he was cautious in his tampering, altering their fixed idea little by little over the span of a year. But these were mostly complex situations, with more than one fixed idea creating the problem.”

“But how long to do something simpler?” Xavier persisted.

David shrugged and sipped his tea. “He made no comment about simpler situations. However, given his doctoral thesis claimed he could hypnotize from afar, I imagine simple actions could be done within minutes, if the patient is susceptible to hypnosis.”

Claire agreed. “It would also depend upon the hypnotist involved. The stronger the connection between the doctor and his patient, the greater the chance of success.”

“What type of connection?” Xavier asked, with a hint of irritation at the difficulty in drawing out vital information. He much preferred Vic’s ability to focus on the important facts and skip the fluff. These two were so enamored with the subject matter, that if left unchecked they would no doubt go on for hours.

“It’s how the term animal mesmerism came about,” David explained. “While Dr. Janet insists it is not sexual, there has to be a bond of trust that allows the patient to open up and reveal their unprotected lower brain levels to the hypnotist.”

“I noticed all the cases Pierre Janet wrote about were female. So there probably is a sexual component,” Claire added.

Xavier considered what he learned from the morass of pontifications he’d just heard. Those most likely to be open to hypnosis would have a bond with the hypnotist and suffer from a phobia or trauma of the past. If the hypnotist didn’t give a damn about the subject’s future use, thoughts could be altered within a single session, or even from afar…although he still didn’t see how that would work.

“Where could I find Dr. Janet?”

David chuckled. “Normally, he works at Le Harve’s Psychiatric Hospital in France, but right now, he happens to be here, in London, promoting his book. He’s giving a speech at the Royal Albert’s Hall this Wednesday. Claire and I are going. Would you care to join us?”

Xavier shook his head. Hopefully, the First Minister could gain him a private audience before that. “No, I think I’ve exhausted my interest.” He rose. “If you’ll excuse me for one moment.”

Vic stood as well, clearly intending to follow him out, but that would defeat his purpose. He leaned in and whispered, “Water closet—your assistance is not needed.”

She returned to her chair while he went in search of Gregory. He found the man inspecting the dining table. “Gregory, I need to have a word with you in private.”

“Now?” the butler demanded, evidently thinking the timing of his request outrageous.

“Yes. The matter is urgent and important.”

That motivated the man to snap a few orders and then lead him to the library. “What has happened?” Gregory asked the moment he closed the door behind them.

“I need to know why Maddy allowed Vic to become a boy.”

Gregory blinked several times, but said nothing.

“You do remember Vic is not really a young man.”

“Of course, I do. However, I fail to see how this matter is any of your concern or how it could possibly qualify as urgent and important.”

Xavier gritted his teeth. For once he wished the damn butler would recall his roll and answer questions accordingly. “We may be taking a case that involves a hypnotist. Their ability to get into a person’s mind appears to be related to the presence of traumatic events in the past. Now clearly the loss of parents would qualify as a traumatic event. But what happened that made Madeline allow a twelve-year-old to change genders?”

For a moment, he thought Gregory was still going to refuse to answer, but after plucking several non-existent pieces of lint from his sleeve, he spoke. “From what Claire has told me, their father was able to get them and their mother into a row boat. However, before it was fully lowered, the ship exploded and they were tossed into the ocean. Their father died in the explosion, but the mother was able to place both Claire and Vic on a section of wood from the ship. Claire was only ten at the time, but she remembers her mother made several attempts to pull herself upon the planks with them, and then gave up. Claire went to sleep, and woke hours later to Vic begging for their mother to return.”

He rubbed his hands together. “Vic has never spoken of the day to me, so I cannot tell you his version. However, his dislike to long skirts soon became apparent. The first day he constantly pulled the fabric from his legs as if they caused him pain and within a week he refused to wear skirts at all. He planned instead to remain in his room, unclothed for the rest of his life.”

“So Maddy offered him an alternative.”

Gregory nodded. “She had only meant for the girl to wear pants, but once Vic put them on, he demanded to be treated as a boy. His logic was compelling. He would make a shocking girl, always dressed in pants, but if he were a boy, people would accept him, and he could grow up and do great things in life.”

Gregory met Xavier’s eyes. “Maddy, expected him to outgrow this change of gender, but he never did. Except for his feelings towards you, he has fervently clung to his male persona.”

Xavier nodded. “Thank you for telling me the truth.”

“How could this possibly endanger Vic now? I assure you his secret is well-guarded, at least from my end.”

Xavier did not miss the angry accusation in his voice. “The danger is not in someone knowing the truth, but using the original trauma as a door to his brain. I fear this makes Vic a good candidate for hypnosis.”

“Then you must protect him at all cost!”

Xavier glared at the man. “I know my responsibilities.” Since when did butlers order about the gentry?

“As do I. Now, if you will excuse me, I have dinner to see to.” Gregory exited the room without waiting for Xavier to dismiss him. This was what happens when employees know you will not fire them under any circumstances. He was seeing it in Davy’s behavior these days. If he didn’t put his foot down soon, Mr. Tubs and the boys would be giving him lip, as well.

Before he could step out of the library, Vic entered and closed the door. “Lose your way?”

Bloody Hell! As a spy for his country, he had spent a lifetime dissembling the truth. Breaking the habit was clearly not going to be easy, but he had to do it. He had promised Vic the absolute truth.

Taking in a deep breath, he met her gaze, and hoped she would forgive him for his small misstep so soon after his promise of total honesty between them. “No. I wanted to ask Gregory about your parents’ death.”

Her eyes turned guarded. “Why didn’t you ask me?”

“I have tried to broach the subject on several occasions, but you always change the topic.”

“Now you are being as silly as Claire. She and David are progressing very well, don’t you think? I like the way David allows her to share her knowledge about the quack hypnotist.”

Xavier approached and pulled her into his arms, but she wiggled out a moment later and walked around the desk, fingering the books on the back wall. “I hope this works out for her. I think they will make a good match. They are mentally well-suited for each other. And physically, there is a decided connection.” Vic laughed. “I felt very much the third wheel once you abandoned me.”

Gregory’s voice echoed in the hall, announcing dinner. Vic scurried around the desk and hurried out the door. Her behavior worried him. Once again, she had changed the topic and escaped the discussion of her mother’s death. Yet, even the mention of it caused an alteration in her behavior.

He was out of his depth in this situation. More than ever, he needed to speak to Pierre Janet.

Chapter 6

Pierre Janet stood when Xavier entered his hotel room. “What a pleasure to meet the real Sherlock Holmes,” he declared in a heavy French accent.

Xavier silently cursed Doyle, but extended his hand. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”

“Yes, well, I understand the matter to be most urgent in nature.” He resumed his seat and motioned for Xavier to sit as well. “Wine?” Without waiting for a reply, he snapped his fingers and a servant entered bearing a carafe and two glasses.

Xavier eyed the waiter with caution. His eyes seemed clear and focused, and his jaw was rigid. Thus, he returned his attention to the doctor. “Is there physical evidence when a person might be under hypnosis—glassy eyes and an open mouth, for example?”

Janet lifted his glass. “To knowledge.” He then sipped his wine and leaned back into his high back chair with the casual arrogance the French had mastered so well. Finally, he replied, “It is possible if the person is in a deep trance or somnambulistic state.” He frowned. “It can also occur if the hypnotist is sloppy or inpatient.”

Since Xavier considered the Mesmerist far from sloppy, the reply confused him. “Inpatient in what manner?”

He tried to explain his foundational theories, but Xavier cut him off. “I have read your book.”

Pleased at the declaration, Janet continued. “If a doctor lacks the patience to gently alter the patient’s fixed idea over time, and does it in a single setting, a deep trance would be required to succeed. However, that would leave the patient with the symptoms you described in the short term, nor would the change take hold for the long run.” He frowned. “To be honest, this sounds more like the work of a carnival mesmerist.” He took another sip of his drink. “Not all of them are charlatans, you know. Some have actually learned how to tap into the lower brain levels.”

He shook his head and sighed. “There should be a law against them. They are tampering with people in a manner that could do great harm. The audience laughs when a woman clucks like a chicken every time the entertainer says ‘egg,’ but who knows what secondary fixes this might create in her lower levels. And who is to say, someone won’t move beyond childish pranks. What if he suggested she poison her husband, or drown her child?”

Xavier leaned forward. “Is that easy to do?”

“Fortunately, no.” Janet set down his glass and stood up. “That takes years, not a half-hour upon a stage. There is no chance of successfully locating and entering the dissociated self in so little time.”

“Yet, your thesis claimed you could hypnotize from afar.”

A genuine smile brightened his face. “You read my thesis.”

“No. I only know its topic.”

The Frenchman’s smile faded. “There were those who believed I should not receive my doctorate because of its claims. To prove its veracity, I invited other doctors to participate in a test. Dr. Gilbert and I chose a patient who was most susceptible to hypnosis. Mind you, her fixed idea had already been discovered and Gilbert had entered her dissociated-self many times.”

The doctor leaned forward with a new intensity. “Gilbert sent her home with no mention she was the subject of our experiment. At 8:55 p.m., sitting in his study, almost a mile away, Dr. Gilbert began sending mental thoughts to the woman to leave her home and come see him. The rest of us hid outside her house and watched. At 9:25 p.m. she hurried out into the garden, but stopped at the gate and returned inside.

He chuckled. “For a moment I thought my career was over, but five minutes later, Mrs. B burst out the door, hurried through the garden, and stumbled down the street. She made her way directly to the doctor’s house, and searched each room until she found him. Then she woke from her trance and said, ‘You wish to see me, doctor?’”

“You said she stumbled?”

“Yes. She was in a somnambulistic state until she accomplished her task.”

Xavier frowned. “But she had not been in such a state when you sent her home.”

“No. We believe Dr. Gilbert’s mental thoughts connected to her lower brain levels. In this situation, the brain created its own trance so it could hear Gilbert’s command.”

Xavier frowned at the possibility such power could exist.

“I understand your discomfort and desire to disbelieve. However, we performed the same experiment on twenty-five other patients and nineteen of them were successful.”

Xavier gulped his wine. How the hell was he to fight such a reach? The Mesmerist could do anything to anyone using any person he wished.

“I see your concern, but let me observe that all twenty-six of these patients were highly susceptible to hypnosis, but in six cases, they still failed to obey the command. And in the case of Madame B, she baulked the first time. Had Gilbert not persisted thinking the same command for over a half hour, she might have ignored him, as well.” The doctor chuckled. “Gilbert told me it was the hardest and most tedious task he had ever done in his life.”

His assurance did little to soothe Xavier’s worries. “I gather the longer a person undergoes hypnosis, the easier the task becomes.”

“Yes.”

“Which of your patients in the experiment had the least time under your care?”

His eyes rolled to the ceiling as he considered the question. “That would be Madame C, a pretty young woman, who nearly died in a carriage accident that took her parents. She had been in my care for only eight months. However, she was most receptive to my treatments.” He smiled. “She trusted me from the moment we first met.”

“Were you sexually involved with her?”

Janet’s eyebrows touched his hairline. “How dare you? Of course not! To even suggest such a thing, is a grave insult.” He rang a bell on the mantle. When the servant appeared, he pointed to Xavier. “Show this man out.”

He then stormed from the room.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Xavier muttered as he left Janet’s hotel suite.

Chapter 7

Vic waited five minutes after Xavier entered the hotel and then followed. After ascertaining Xavier was not in the lobby, she approached the counter. “I am trying to find my business partner.” Vic slipped the young man her card declaring her a partner of Thorn’s Private Inquiries. “He’s six foot, black hair, large hawkish nose‒”

“The real Sherlock Holmes, yes, I saw him. You work for him, do you?”

“With him. Did he ask you for the room number of an occupant?”

“He did! Pierre Janet, the famous hypnotist. Do you want the number, as well?”

Vic growled in irritation. “No. I have better things to do. She flipped a second card over and wrote him a short note:

Working on paying task. Join when you stop WASTING time on non-assignments.

Vic handed the boy the card. “See that he gets this before he leaves.”

The young man read the note. “It doesn’t say where you’ll be.”

“Yes, well, he didn’t tell me where he’d be and I figured it out.” Vic then turned and stormed outside. Before she entered the carriage, she gave Davy their next address.

“Damn waste of time,” she declared as she climbed into the carriage.

Mr. Tubs scratched his giant hairy arms as if her ill temper unsettled him. “Something wrong?”

A heavy breath of air rushed from her lungs. She channeled the flow so it blew her bangs from her eyes. “Yes. Xavier seems far more interested in the job we do not have, than the one we do. Right now he is interrogating a hypnotist.”

Tubs shifted his weight, causing the entire carriage to rock. “It might be because of me.”

His words shocked her. She was certain Xavier was working the Mesmerist case without her. “Why do you say that?”

“He questioned me a great deal about my childhood, asking if anything terrible had happened to me.”

Was it possible he only wanted to help Tubs? But help him how? Tubs was perfectly fine: his teeth were fixed, he had a good job, and five friends. “Xavier is such a busybody. I hope you told him it was none of his business?”

Tub’s eyebrows rose in what might have been horror at her reply. Expressions weren’t very clear in his mangled, battered face. Everything, including his smile, came out looking like some form of rage.

“I told him I didn’t remember my childhood. By the age of six, I did the work of a man—and every day was pretty much as terrible as the one before it.” He then paused and showed his ivories. “'Til I met you. Life’s been really good since then.”

She reached over and patted his massive left leg. “We are lucky to have found you. You filled a much needed spot on our team.”

Tubs suddenly took an interest in the world outside the carriage. “Where are we going, if I may ask?”

“To the Bateman factory. They sold one of the bonds owned by our client, but Mr. Ascot had never heard of them and could not find a recent offering being made. However, it is possible they made a private rather than a public borrowing.”

Tubs scratched his arm again. “Could the list be wrong?”

“Yes. Why do you ask?”

“Because I don’t think anyone in their right mind would loan the factory money.”

Vic leaned forward with excitement. “Why is that?”

Tubs grimaced. “Cause it’s not a real business. It’s a scheme to draw in young girls and boys for the slave market. Only thing is, most people know it for what it is, so I’m guessing it’ll be going under any day now.” His frown deepened. “Do you still need to go inside?”

“I do. While your information is very compelling, I need verbal confirmation that they did not issue this bond.”

“You’ll need me with you, and I’ll want to retrieve the extra guns from the bench before we go in.”

Vic greatly appreciated his helpful compliance. Instead of carrying on that she shouldn’t go, he just moved on to how he could do his job better. If only Davy were half so obliging.

***

The moment they entered the non-working factory, the hairs on the back of her neck rose in alarm. Odd reaction since the place looked abandoned.

From the left, Vic heard the cocking of a gun. Before she had managed to turn her head, Tubs fired in the direction of the sound. A second later, a man tumbled to the floor from the shadows.

“We’re just here to ask a few questions. I really don’t appreciate you making me kill people,” Tubs spoke in a thunderous voice.

“What type of questions?” a frightened voice asked from behind a wooden crate.

Tubs nodded for her to speak.

“I wish to discuss the bond you issued on April of this year.”

An old man with white hair peered over the crate at her. “A what?”

“A bond promising the rate of 4.8% interest, paid quarterly.”

“Boy, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never issued a bond. The last thing I wanted was attention. I had a nice business here until people started talking ‘bout me.”

Tubs kept his stare on another dark corner. “We should leave now, if you’ve got enough information.”

His concern rattled her. Tubs never feared anything. “Thank you. That’s all I needed to know. We’ll be going now.”

“Walk slowly behind me. I’m not turning my back until we are in the carriage,” Tubs whispered.

Vic did as requested, fearing any moment they would shoot Tubs all because she insisted on asking her stupid question. She should have accepted his knowledge about the place and declared the bond a fake.

Just as they reached the door the old man spoke. “Hold on! Is there someone selling bonds on my factory?”

Vic turned. “Afraid so.”

“Who?” She could hear the fury in his voice.

“I’ll send you a note once I am safely away from here.”

“Stop! If you walk through that door you won’t be alive to tell me.”

Tubs’ giant left arm swept her to the side away from the door. “You don’t want trouble from me,” he growled.

“No, I don’t.”

“Then call your men off before I lose my temper.”

Tub’s thunderous voice sent deadly chills down Vic’s spine. God, he was fiercer than the lion at the zoo.

The old man released a shrill whistle, and a second later, five men entered, pushing Davy before them. “You downed Tubs in one shot? Unbelievable!” the man with his gun in Davy’s back said, not yet seeing Tubs standing to his left.

“You can say that,” Tubs grumbled as he cocked his gun. “Now, let my friend go and step away.”

“It’s okay, Billy. Mr. Tubs and his friends are going to leave now,” the old man said from behind his crate.

Davy wasted no time grabbing Vic and pulling her outside. “I knew this was a bad idea from the moment I heard the address. From now on, I have a say in where we do and do not go. You nearly got us all killed!”

“We’ll discuss this later. Just get the carriage and pull it close to the door so Tubs can get in without turning his back.”

The moment Davy brought the carriage close to the door, Vic opened the door to the warehouse a crack. “Carriage is four feet outside the door, Tubs.”

“Thanks. Go on and get in. I’ll be right out.”

Vic did as he asked, figuring he had more than enough on his plate. Still, she hated leaving him. Once in the carriage, she pulled her gun and aimed it at the warehouse door. She’d try to protect her giant friend as he climbed inside.

With a frightening explosion of sound, the wooden door flew from its hinges and slammed to the ground. A second later, Tubs backed out. She ignored her faithful friend and focused on an angry face inside the warehouse.

The moment the carriage tipped to the right she saw the man raise his gun. He intended to shoot Tubs while he was getting in. She fired without hesitation and Davy tore away as if the hounds of hell were after them.

Once they were safely away, and her heart ceased to pound in her ears, she looked at Tubs. “I’m sorry. I risked all our lives to gain further proof, when the information you provided should have been enough.”

Tubs nodded. “Maybe next time, you should send me in with the question while you and Davy remain a few blocks away.”

“Nonsense. Your life is just as important as Davy’s and mine. In the future, I’ll just weigh the importance of information to the cost of getting it.”

Her answer seemed to both surprise and please Tubs. At least she thought that show of ivory was a sign of happiness. It could also be a grimace of pain. “You weren’t shot were you?” she asked, recalling an echo of her gunshot.

He pawed at the back of his right arm. “Not much.”

Vic flew to his side of the carriage and inspected the red hole in his foot wide arm. She then leaned out the window. “Davy, take us to Dr. Connors.”

“Are you shot?” She could hear the competing emotions of fear, rage, and concern in Davy’s voice.

“No, but Tubs is.” That was sufficient to get the carriage moving at double speed.

“Just a scratch,” Tubs called out. “Nothing to see the doctor over,” he added in a grumble.

“First of all,” she scolded. “This is not a scratch. I can see the bullet lodged in your flesh. That makes it a bullet wound.”

Tubs tried to paw at it again, but it remained out of his reach. “I bet if you tried, you could pull it out with your fingers. It don’t feel but an inch in.”

“You are correct, but I would prefer if Dr. Connors extracted the bullet.”

Tubs shook his head. “That’s not a good idea. He’ll report it to the police and they’ll come after me for sure.”

Vic recalled the man who hit the ground after Tubs returned fire, and she had no idea if her shot had found its target. She leaned out the window and changed their destination to the address of a doctor in the Lower Docks that would not report a bullet shot.

“That man’s no doctor and he don’t clean his tools between patients. Can’t we just go home? If you don’t want to remove it, I’m sure Mr. Thorn will help me. Or even little Pete.”

Vic sighed and changed their destination once more.

“That’s it!” Davy snapped. “I am headed home and we are not going out again today. Marybell is tired and I’m out of patience.”

Returning to her seat, she released a heavy sigh. She had failed them all. Then she recalled a way she could fix getting Tubs shot. “Xavier gave me a book on battle wounds. There’s a chapter on removing bullets. I’ll take care of this.”

Tubs’ giant hand thumped her leg. “You’ll do fine.”

***

Removing the bullet proved easier than she had thought possible. It had barely penetrated his bulging muscles. She extracted the bullet with tweezers and then cleansed the wound with Xavier’s best whiskey. Once satisfied, she wrapped his arm with a single long strip of cloth torn from a sheet.

Xavier would kill her when he found his whiskey missing and his favorite sheet ruined, but damn it, if he had not been wasting time interviewing charlatans, then none of this would have happened. He would have undoubtedly come up with a better method of discovering the truth.

To take her mind from her guilt, she took out the list of bonds. “So have you ever heard of Eagleton’s Shipping Company?”

Tubs stopped admiring his bandage and put on his shirt. “That’s a real company and no one will shoot us if we go to visit.”

She smiled at her friend’s playful sense of humor. Xavier would be grumpier than a bear if her foolishness had caused him to get shot. “How about Lancaster’s Carriages?”

“No shooting there.”

“Coleman’s Reclamations Company.”

“Never heard of it.”

“Putnam’s Ice?”

His eyes narrowed. “I better go alone on that one.”

She placed an X by its name. “Don’t bother. I’m calling it a fake.”

“Might not be. But I know ice ain’t their main business.”

“That’s sufficient for me. However, just for future reference, what is their main business?”

“Resurrections.”

“What’s that?”

“They steal and sell corpses,” Xavier replied from the door of the kitchen. “What has brought your nose for trouble to their door?” He entered and playfully ruffled her hair.

“These are the companies that sold bonds to Mrs. Penderheim.”

Xavier yanked the list from her hands and read them. He then handed it back. “The last three are real companies.” He then smiled. “I am glad to see you have marked off three based on Tubs’ word. I am most certain you would receive a poor reception if you were foolish enough to go to the businesses and inquire about non-existent bonds. However, the rest can safely be interrogated. I hope you haven’t shared the name of the fraudster selling the bonds.”

Vic gulped at another near miss. “I haven’t, but why shouldn’t I, if they ask?”

He thwacked her on the head. “Because Samuel Long will disappear before we have a chance to recover our client’s money.” He poured himself a cup of tea and sat down at the table. “So what do you intend to ask the real companies when you interrogate them?”

By the amusement in his eyes, she knew he planned to ridicule her reply. “I intend first to inquire whether they have sold any bonds with the specific date and coupon listed. If they have I shall ask how many bonds were issued and if I might see a list of their bondholders.”

By his raised eyebrows, her answer had surprised him. “Interesting. They will no doubt refuse your request for the bondholders, but your other inquiry might prove fruitful.”

Vic was less than pleased with his response. Proving Mrs. Penderheim was not listed among their bondholders would be the surest proof possible. Then another way to extract the information came to mind.

She stood and looked at Tubs. “Come on. Let’s go interrogate these real companies.”

Xavier popped up. “Stay where you are, Tubs. I’ll accompany the pup. I’m dying to see how he plans to wheedle out the truth.”

“You’re just going to the real places?” the worried giant asked.

“Correct, and Tubs, if the pup gets it into his head to visit the others on this list, I expect you to prevent him from doing so.”

Before her friend could respond, Vic pulled Xavier from the room. “I’ve already marked them off. Stop giving our employees unnecessary instructions. Oh, and we are going to have to take a cab, Davy says Marybell is tired.”

“Well, she can rest along the way. Davy! Where the devil is he?”

They found his driver outside brushing down the horse.

“Never mind her coat. We have a case to solve.”

Without a single argument, Davy leapt onto the driver’s bench and was ready to leave the moment Xavier closed the door.

Vic thought it highly annoying their driver argued with her every step of the way, yet snapped to Xavier’s orders.

“I am very pleased you had the sense to cross off the three Tubs advised you against. It shows a marked maturity in your thinking. Previously, you would have gone to their places of business, searching for information to prove your case beyond doubt even though it was unnecessary to fulfill your obligation to the client. Telling Mrs. Penderheim the companies are not real businesses should be sufficient for her to doubt the validity of the bonds.”

Vic’s stomach roiled with shame. If only she had been so rational, poor Tubs wouldn’t have a bullet wound. Nor did she see how she’d keep his wound from Xavier. And if she didn’t own up now, she would be no better than Xavier when he kept the truth of her salary a secret.

“I don’t deserve your praise. I sadly was not as wise as you believe. I had Tubs take me to Bateman’s Factory.”

He didn’t look surprised. She rolled her eyes. “Davy told you.”

“I never reveal my sources. May I presume no one was seriously injured?”

Vic grimaced as she recalled the two men in the warehouse. “I’m not sure about that. Tubs is fine as long as no infection sets in. I’ll call Dr. Connors if that happens.”

“No. If you need a doctor for Tubs, use Weiselbaum on Chatterly Lane. He’s a decent doctor and won’t report the incident to Scotland Yard.”

Vic met his stare. His eyes were stern, but not angry. “Thank you for the information. However, I’m going to try very hard not to put Tubs into danger again.”

“Even if that means foregoing that last bit of proof?”

“Yes. I regretted my decision the moment we entered the factory. My foolishness could have gotten us all killed.”

He breathed out. “You are most fortunate. I didn’t learn this particular lesson until my early thirties, and you’ve learned it without anyone dying.”

She realized by the downturn of Xavier’s brows, that someone had died in his situation. Recalling someone might have died in her case, as well, she grimaced. “Tubs had to shoot a man who was about to shoot us. Then I shot the man who shot Tubs. I have no idea if their wounds were fatal or not.”

“Well, then you’ve learned it without anyone you liked dying. Any man working for Batesman’s Factory would not be a good fellow, and had you taken the time to know them, you would have probably wished to kill them all. How many were there, by the way?”

“I’m not sure. They mostly remained behind crates scattered about the room. However, five took Davy prisoner.”

“Probably more than twenty, I would imagine. Tubs has survived an attack of fourteen men before. He might even survive twenty if his focus wasn’t on saving you.”

“Stop,” she begged and closed her eyes, willing herself not to burst into tears. “I recognized my mistake before you came home. You don’t need to drive the knife deeper.”

She brushed away the tear that escaped her closed lids. A second later, Xavier had joined her on her seat and pulled her into his arms. “We’ll discuss it no more.” His lips pressed against her temple. “You have learned a lesson today you will never forget.”

Nodding in agreement, Vic soaked in the comfort and love he so freely offered.

When they arrived at Lancaster’s Carriage, she asked to speak to the owner.

“What is the nature of your business?” the young man requested.

“Our client plans to sue the company unless she receives her past due bond payments at once.”

That got her and Xavier access to the general manager within three minutes and by his furrowed forehead, the pot-bellied fellow was most concerned with the reason for their visit.

“There must be some mistake. We have never been late on our bond payments.”

“Well, our client says otherwise. Her bond of April 14 has quarterly payments due and she has not received a one.”

His furrowed brow deepened. “April 14th? There must be some error. Our bonds are dated December 29th and interest is paid annually.”

Vic allowed her brow to furrow just as deeply. “Can you prove this, sir? If so, I will see this matter ends here and now.”

Five minutes later, upon examining his ledgers and a copy of the bond, Vic was satisfied. “I assure you, this complaint will go no further. Clearly, my client has made an error. I apologize for the worry I gave you, and I’m very glad I came to discuss the matter with you before taking this to the courts. The press might have gotten wind of it and started a rumor that could have damaged your fine reputation.”

The man’s eyes rounded in horror. “Dear Lord, I hadn’t even considered that.”

Vic smiled. “But we do. Thorn’s Private Inquiries are very careful not to harm good people and companies while we search for the truth.”

The man smiled at her and then Xavier. “I greatly appreciate your effort.” He placed their card in his vest pocket. “And if I am ever in need of such services, I know who to call.”

Once in the carriage, Xavier wacked her across the head. “If you keep this up, we will have clients coming out of the woodworks.”

***

Vic used the same ploy with the shipping company, except in this case, they did have a bond with the date Vic had stated. “Well, Mrs. Penderheim has not received a payment.”

That sent them to the list of bondholders and after a long search the man insisted Mrs. Penderheim was not a bondholder.

Upon scrutinizing the list of bondholders, Vic turned the owner’s outrage into appreciation as she promised the matter ended here.

By five that evening, Vic determined Mrs. Penderheim owned none of the bonds listed.

“Shall we go tell the old bird she’s been fleeced?” Xavier asked. “She might still be at home.”

“No. I want time to type up my findings. It will impress her.”

“Ah, yes, her love of typing.” Xavier’s right eyebrow rose in challenge. “So you type this impressive report, which she reads in your presence, awed by your lack of errors. And then what?”

Vic frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Do you expect a typed report to alleviate the pain of losing nearly a half of a million pounds? Or might she expect us to recover the money and possibly see the thief thrown into jail?”

Vic sighed at her stupidity. She was still allowing the scent of the hunt to distract her from seeing the path through the forest. “Since one might exclude the other, I suppose we should ask her which she’d rather have: her money returned or vengeance.”

Her answer seemed to surprise him and he leaned forward. “Then you realize the moment we involve Stone, her money will be lost to her.”

“I don’t see how it could be otherwise. The only way our client will get her money back is if we coerce Samuel Long into returning it so she doesn’t go to the officials.”

Xavier nodded. “That is exactly true, and if we are not careful in our handling of the matter, in retrieving our client’s money, we will be guilty of extortion.”

Vic chewed her bottom lip as she considered his words. He was right. If they requested money to keep a crime secret, they would also be guilty of a crime. Yet, to do nothing was unfair to their client. The dear old woman had doubted Long and had the sense to hire investigators to discover the truth, thus, she should be allowed to use their findings to recoup her money.

Xavier tugged Vic into his arms. “Would you care for an old dog’s recommendation?”

Vic glared at him. “You aren’t old.”

He rewarded her comment with a kiss on her nose. “Would you like this fine specimen of a dog’s advice?”

“Yes, please.”

“Forego impressing the old gal with your excellent typing. Put nothing in writing…” Xavier then explained a very fine path through her maze of trees.

Chapter 8

Vic entered Mrs. Penderheim’s stylish parlor without Xavier. He’d decided she’d earned the right to go solo. Given all the mistakes she’d made on the case, his words had surprised her, and she was determined not to disappoint him.

As she waited on the delicate silk fabric couch, Vic studied the yellow wallpaper inset with a dark purple family crest repeated just above the dark walnut chair-trim. For such bold colors, it still managed to come off with dignity, much like the mistress of the house.

“Mr. Hamilton, what a pleasant surprise,” the old woman sang out as she entered the room, wearing a fashionable gown with a modest bustle in the back. Instead of a constricting corset, she used darker panels at the sides to give the appearance of a smaller waist. Vic thought it very clever.

Mrs. Penderheim’s eyes swept across the room. “I see you left the hawk in its nest.”

“Indeed I did, ma’am.” She chuckled at the woman’s words, but sobered as she remembered the reason for her presence. “Unfortunately, I come with bad news.”

The grand dame sat next to Vic and faced her. “Samuel Long is a thief, then?”

“Yes, ma’am. I investigated all the bonds. Some are to illegitimate companies that could never obtain a loan, while others were real companies who have issued bonds, only not on the dates and interest stated. One company does have a bond on the date and interest stated, but they do not have you listed as a bondholder in their records.”

A heavy sigh fell from the grand dame. “Your evidence is most compelling.” Shaking her head, she added. “Mr. Thorn is no doubt laughing at my foolishness.”

“No, ma’am.” Vic grasped her frail old hand. “Mr. Thorn is most impressed you caught on to the thief so quickly. Because of your swift action, it is possible we might be able to recover some of your money.”

“How?” Her grip tightened on Vic’s hand.

“Well, it depends. Would you rather recover your money or have Samuel Long arrested?”

“Can I not do both?”

Vic sighed heavily. “Mr. Thorn is more experienced than I, and the likelihood of achieving both rarely occurs.”

Mrs. Penderheim stood and paced her room. “So my choice is to recoup some of my money, or stop this thief from stealing from others.”

“Yes, if we take our evidence to Scotland Yard, Mr. Thorn believes Samuel Long will spend the rest of his life in prison. However, all his assets and money will be confiscated by the crown. In theory, they are to dole it out to those who were cheated, but in practice, little is returned.”

She stopped and stared out the window framed in a velvet fabric of the darkest purple. Her fingers rapped in agitation on the pane of glass. “I must admit, Victor, I am not happy with my choices. However, I cannot allow this man to continue his deception. He is very young and most charming. God only knows how much he could take in the lifetime before him.”

“Then you wish to go to Scotland Yard?” Vic clarified. Xavier said clients never took this route.

She turned and faced him. “I must. I only thank God I had not given the scoundrel all my funds.”

Vic stood and went to her. “You are a very brave and generous woman. I do have a way in which you can possibly obtain some of your money back without alerting Samuel Long that his fraudulent business has been uncovered. He might refuse, but it’s worth a try.”

She returned to the couch, pulling Vic along. “Why did you not mention it before?”

Vic grimaced. “Because Mr. Thorn assured me clients always want their money, and the most certain way to do that is to tell the thief we know the bonds are fake and our client demands their money back.” Vic refrained from mentioning the promise not to contact Scotland Yard.

Mrs. Penderheim nodded. “That makes sense.”

“In this case, no mention of the fake bonds will occur. You and I will visit Mr. Long, and you will insist your funds be returned because I have uncovered one of the businesses deals in white slavery and another in the selling of dead bodies.”

The lady’s eyes rounded in horror. “Is that true?”

“Yes ma’am. You will be so outraged that he invested your money in such enterprises, you will declare a complete loss of faith in him and demand all your bonds be sold at once, and your money returned.”

“That is exactly what I would do had you told me such. And then I would write an editorial to the paper.”

Vic held up her hand. “Which you may threaten to do if your money is not returned within three days. Then you must storm from the room, leaving me to follow in your wake.”

She smiled. “And you believe this might get my money back?”

“He may return only a portion, blaming the current market price and your demand for a sudden liquidation for the difference. But in this case, no promises have been made not to go to Scotland Yard.”

Her frail hands framed Vic’s face and she leaned in and kissed each cheek, then pulled back and met his eyes. “Did you think of this yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Why did you not offer it first?”

“Because Mr. Thorn’s method is proven.”

“I have no doubt. However, Mr. Thorn’s method could possibly be considered extortion, while your method stays far from that dangerous edge.” Her eyes filled with affection. “You knew this was the better plan, didn’t you?”

Vic shrugged. “I liked it the best of all, but it wasn’t the most certain.”

“I’m not convinced that’s true. However, both you and I think it’s by far the best solution. Thus, you should have trusted your instincts and presented it first. Do not allow that old hawk to diminish your gift. It should be he who changes, not you.”

Vic appreciated the words of encouragement, but felt compelled to come to Xavier’s defense. “Mr. Thorn has far more experience than I in these matters.”

“And did you tell him your alternative?”

Grimacing, she shook her head.

“And why not?”

“Because he has never had a client who did not wish their money returned, and his plan is the best to achieve that goal.”

She sighed and leaned back. “Well, in the future when I use your services, I wish you to put your plans first. I think this is far superior to his.”

Vic tried not to smile over the very fine compliments while she brought the woman back to reality. “Yes, but this plan puts you at risk, since you must be the one who demands your money returned. In Xavier’s plan, you remain safely at home and he handles the negotiations.”

The old woman cocked her head as she considered that. “But you plan to go with me.”

Vic nodded. “I doubt Samuel will think me a threat, given my youth, but rest assured, I will be armed.” She scooted forward. “But this plan also depends on you to play your role according to the script. If you lose your temper and call him a thief, then you will not only lose your money, but he will escape the grasps of the law as well.”

Her eyebrows rose in challenge. “Do you really think that I will do such a foolish thing?”

“No, the reason why I mentioned this alternative is because you have proved to be a sharp, courageous woman, more interested in doing the right thing than retrieving her money. However, I believe you are most rare. In almost all other cases, Mr. Thorn’s alternative would be best.”

She chuckled. “I believe you have a case of ‘hero worship’ Vic.”

Vic stood up, realizing she’d never win this argument. Mrs. Penderheim was determined to think poorly of Xavier and well of her. “I should go now. When would you like to visit Mr. Long?”

“Tomorrow morning at nine.”

“I will be here at eight-thirty then?”

“Come at eight and I will feed you breakfast.”

Chapter 9

Having sent Vic off to give Mrs. Penderheim her options, Xavier disguised himself as an old man with thick white hair and a beard. He then flagged a cabbie to take him to the Royal Albert’s Hall.

Sitting in the third row from the back, he studied everyone who entered. He had spotted Stone, and several other men who worked to protect the country. He wondered if the Mesmerist had concluded he or she had made a terrible error by sending an assassin after the First Minister. Archie enjoyed living far too much to not respond to an attempt on his life. As far as Xavier could tell, he had called in every man in his arsenal to catch this murderer.

Or murderess…

Vic had observed right off the Mesmerist could be a woman. Given the only mesmerized assassin they had ever captured was a man, his pup’s instincts looked good. He tried to share that bit of information with Archie after his meeting with Janet, but the First Minister was in no mood to listen. He just wanted ‘the man’ found at once, no doubt refusing to believe a woman could have the intelligence and skill to run circles around the British Empire for so many years.

Assured the others would scrutinize all men entering the room, Xavier focused on the women. He was certain the Mesmerist would attend this presentation, despite its heavy attendance by Scotland Yard and British operatives. And why shouldn’t she? They weren’t even searching for the correct gender.

He could not gloat too much, since he had spent the last year searching for a fellow, as well. And would be still if not for Janet’s angry denial about the depth of his relationship with his patients. The connection was strongest when there was both a physical and mental bond. So close, the Mesmerist could control their behaviors from a distance.

Assuming she would need time to hone her skills, he searched for a beautiful lady, probably in her early thirties. An adoring man, probably hypnotized, would escort her. Given her need to be empowered and in control of her world, she would wear colors that drew attention to her. The female he sought would be confident and bold, laughing at her prey.

He rather wished he could share his new insight with Stone, but the inspector wasn’t in disguise and thus Xavier needed to avoid him at all cost.

He eyed a woman who met most of his criteria. She was most beautiful in her bronze gown, and the man on her arm was besotted for sure, but he discounted her at once. Claire Hamilton was clever enough to be the Mesmerist, but lacked the bloodthirsty nature required. Also, most men found her highly annoying. She would never be a successful seductress.

God knows how Vic had ever found a young man who seemed to think the lady perfection incarnate.

Xavier still recalled with agitation the outrage he felt the day Claire came to his sick bed while he recovered from a near fatal gunshot and suggested they marry…more like demanded a marriage. She had even insinuated Vic approved of the idea, which Xavier knew for a fact was not the case. He’d given the chit a scathing lecture and sent her off.

Vic was not the only one glad Claire had a new love interest. Xavier was greatly relieved, as well, because if she ever proposed again, he was apt to douse her with ink.

He’d do nothing to discourage ‘poor David’ from his adoration of Vic’s sister. He hoped they would marry. Then he could risk tapping into Claire’s brilliance without upsetting Vic’s sense of jealousy. His pup knew how he loved a brilliant mind and nothing he could say would assuage her worry that someday he would grow to prefer Claire.

Not bloody likely. His pup was clever enough. He smiled, recalling her ploy to get the managers to reveal the information she needed today.

His attention returned to the door. An intriguing spectacle of womanhood entered with two escorts, both preening like roosters. The black haired beauty dressed in an off-shoulder crimson gown, much too revealing for a lecture hall, floated down the aisle beside him. When she reached his aisle, she stopped and patted Xavier’s nose.

“What an odd little man you are!” she teased, leaning down, providing him a clear view of the topside of her ample breasts. “May I take you home with me?”

Anger surged through him, and his hand reached out and pinched her nipple barely cover by her gown.

“Get on, you little tart!” he warned.

A second later, her escorts yanked him from his seat and pummeled his padded belly. He cried out in pain he did not feel.

“That will teach you to mind your business,” the woman softly whispered.

They dropped him upon his chair and continued down to the first row.

Xavier watched her backside float down the aisle, positive he had finally found the Mesmerist. He looked about for Stone and discovered the inspector headed his way. He scooted a chair over to make room.

Stone sat down. “What just happened?”

“I believe someone just revealed herself to me.”

“Herself? The woman in red?” Stone snorted. “You are off the mark, my friend. The woman is the mistress of Prince Edward and those men are her royal guard.”

Xavier frowned. That either meant he had jumped to the wrong conclusion, or their ability to stop the Mesmerist was almost nil. Damn! He needed Vic’s amazing intuition in this matter.

“Where’s Victor?” Stone asked, almost as if he were reading Xavier’s mind.

“I don’t want him involved in this.”

Stone’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. “You put me in the middle of a fight you didn’t even wish to win?”

Xavier was not about to have this conversation in a public hall. “If you recall, the offer was all or nothing, and the reply was nothing. However, I am certain you are searching for the wrong gender.”

Stone shook his head, but didn’t reply since Pierre Janet had stepped upon the stage.

As everyone stood and applauded, Xavier took the opportunity to drop his handkerchief and check out the few rows behind him.

Entering was a handsome woman with compelling charm. She hurried to the side, and instantly five men stood and offered her a seat. She touched one older man’s cheek and seemed to draw him from his chair. Upon taking it, she smiled and thanked him. Xavier could not recall seeing a more beguiling smile in his life.

He had to force himself to turn around. He took a deep breath, fought for control, then whispered to Stone. “Any chance you know the woman in the back row behind us?”

Stone took out a small mirror and played with his tie. Upon putting it away, he replied. “No. But she caught me watching her in the mirror.”

Xavier sighed. “Be very careful and trust no one these next few weeks,” he advised and left the hall.

While he refused to acknowledge the woman, he could feel her eyes on him and felt an overwhelming desire to look in her direction. Once outside in the fresh air, he flagged a cabbie and hurried back to the office.

Damnation, it was not Vic who was at risk in this game, but himself. His ersatz male partner would appear better protected than he if this siren was indeed the Mesmerist.

Upon arriving at the office, he found Vic, Tubs and Davy playing cards in the kitchen. Vic looked up from her cards and glared. “Is the charlatan’s lecture done with already?”

Gads! Could he keep nothing from the pup? “No, but I need you to return with me.”

Vic laid her cards on the table face up and stood. “Do I need a disguise?”

The pup was so eager she didn’t even complain she was walking away from a flush. “We don’t have time. We must return before the lecture ends.” He then looked at Davy. “We’ll need the carriage.”

Davy nodded and tossed his cards down as well. Vic patted Tubs shoulder as she hurried by. “That leaves you with the pot, lucky fellow.”

***

Xavier waited until the carriage moved forward before he spoke. “I believe I may have discovered the Mesmerist. Unfortunately, my brain doesn’t appear to work well around her. I am hoping you have better luck.”

“Why? Because I don’t believe in mesmerization?”

“No, because her ability may rely on a sexual pull that hopefully will not affect you.”

Vic frowned. “Xavier, did you just pull me from a card game I was winning so I could meet some woman you desire more than me?”

“Stop it now!” he snapped. “This is no time for tantrums. For both of our safety, you must know exactly what is happening. You are not allowed to become irrational nor angry by what I tell you. Our lives depend upon you keeping a steady head, even if I cannot.”

Vic scowled. “So who is this woman who has turned your head?”

“I don’t know. To the best of my knowledge, I have never seen her before. However, I must question that assumption, since with a single glance she almost overwhelmed my will.”

Vic’s eyes flared with fury. “Exactly what happened before you recalled you had a partner?”

Xavier carefully walked through his every thought and action of the evening.

“Has this ever happened before?”

“Not that I know of, and your jealousy is not helpful to solving this problem.”

Vic shifted to his seat and gripped his lapels. “I have every right to become possessive and angry when anyone tries to take you away from me. You are one in a kind, and you’ve promised to be mine, forever!”

“And I intend to be. That is why I left the hall, against my own desire, and retrieved you.” He sighed. “Vic, I have been chasing the Mesmerist for over a year, only I sought a man. It never occurred to me to search for a beautiful seductive woman—”

She held up her hand. “Woman is sufficient.”

He gathered her hand and kissed it. “I cannot explain this attraction to a complete stranger. It makes no sense she could have such power over me, unless—”

“She’s met you before, only you don’t remember.”

Xavier nodded.

“All right, but we do this my way, since you aren’t thinking too well.”

Had anyone else suggested this, he would have refused. However, he trusted Vic with his life. “You’re in charge.”

“First, give me a description of her. And do not worry about my jealousy.”

“She’s…” Xavier frowned.

“She’s what?”

“I don’t know.” He met Vic’s eyes, horrified by his normally precise memory’s inability to provide a description. “I can’t remember what she looks like.”

“Hair color?”

Xavier shook his head.

“Dress color?”

“It’s gone.” A pit of fear settled in Xavier’s stomach. Dear God, the Mesmerist truly had taken control of his mind.

Davy pulled the carriage to the side of the road. “This is as close as I can get.”

“Damn it,” Vic cursed. “We should have brought Tubs.”

“Why?” Xavier asked.

“So he could watch over you while I’m inside.” She climbed out of the carriage. “Davy, take Xavier back home and tell Tubs to keep him inside. Tell him Xavier is not to leave the office under any circumstances.”

“And where do you think you’re going?” Davy demanded and climbed down from the carriage. He opened the carriage door and stared at Xavier. “Vic is ordering me to take you home.”

“Do as he says Davy. He’s in charge right now.”

Upon closing the door, Davy grabbed Vic’s arm. “What’s going on here?”

“Some damn woman has mesmerized Xavier. So take him home and don’t let him leave.”

“And where are you going?”

“To find the woman, and failing that, to find out what I’m up against. I’ve never believed hypnosis was real, but if someone can take over Xavier’s mind, then I was wrong.”

She noticed Xavier attempting to leave the carriage.

“Damn it, Davy, stop questioning me and do your job.” She shoved Xavier back in the carriage and closed the door. “Make sure he doesn’t jump out on the way home,” she warned.

Once they had disappeared down the road, she entered the hall and searched the audience, all the while listening to the frightening claims of Pierre Janet. Previously she would have called them ridiculous, but if they were true, then someone truly had taken control of her partner’s mind.

Since it was difficult to ascertain a woman’s beauty by the back of her head, Vic made her way to a corner by the stage and studied the audience as Janet’s lecture terrorized her further.

A woman in the front row was a possibility. Her sister was not, but kept waving at her nonetheless, no doubt wishing to scold her for glaring at the audience. Without question, she was in no mood for a lecture.

Continuing her search, she noticed Stone watching her. He pointed to a back corner, and stood to make his own way there. While she might ignore Claire, the inspector was a different matter. Seeing no other woman who matched the bill, she headed to the place Stone had indicated.

He was already leaning against the side when she arrived.

“Xavier’s gone,” he whispered.

“I know. I was looking for the woman who mesmerized him. I’m guessing it’s the one in the front row.”

Stone frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Vic leaned in close. “Some woman has taken over Xavier’s mind. He can’t remember what she looks like, but he called her beautiful.”

“When? How?” Stone demanded.

“When he was here,” she replied with agitation.

“Let’s go.” Stone gripped her arm, leaving her no option but to comply.

Once outside he searched the miles of carriages until he located his. “Where’s Xavier?”

“He better be at home now. I sent him off in the carriage twenty minutes ago,” Vic growled. “And will you let me go. People will think I’m being arrested.”

Stone released her. “Sorry. I’m just worried. If that woman really was the Mesmerist—”

“Wait, you saw her?”

“I may have. A woman seated behind us caught Xavier’s attention.”

“Then it wasn’t the woman in the first row?”

“No, although he suspected her, as well. She is a known entity. The woman in the back was not.”

Vic pulled up short. “Is she still in there? What does she look like?”

“No, she left soon after Xavier did.”

“Damn it! Describe her!”

Stone opened his mouth, but nothing came out. “I don’t remember. I only saw her for a brief moment in my mirror.”

Vic now feared Stone was mesmerized, as well. When they reached his carriage she gave the driver her address, but he refused to move until Stone repeated the command.

“Damn it all. I’m hiring my own driver and carriage tomorrow.”

“Vic, I need you to focus just now,” Stone chided.

“Me focus? I’m not the one who let myself get mesmerized.”

“I am not mesmerized.”

“Then why can’t you recall what the lady looked like?”

“I only had a moment’s glance of her through a mirror. The second I realized she was watching me, I put it away.”

“Can you not remember her hair color?”

“Yes….it was black. But I cannot remember her facial features other than she had a beautiful smile.”

Vic sighed with annoyance, uncertain whether Stone was in control of his mind or not.

When they reached the office, Davy opened the door and waved them both in. “Thank God you’ve returned. Xavier is convinced you’ve been harmed and keeps trying to search for you.”

They hurried up stairs where she found Tubs sitting on the bed with his giant arms wrapped around Xavier.

“Let go of me, damn you!” Xavier yelled. “Vic is in danger!”

Xavier’s arms and legs flailed about as if he were a child in the throes of a temper tantrum.

“Vic’s right here,” Tubs said with clear relief. He released Xavier so Vic could take hold of him. “Davy told me you said to keep him here, and it was obvious he weren’t in his right mind, so I did as you ordered, even though he’s fired me about a hundred times.”

“Well, I rehire you a hundred and one times,” Vic replied as her arms surrounded Xavier and she walked him to the bed. Once she sat him down, she looked at Tubs. “I want you to stay away from any woman you think beautiful. Do you understand?”

He snorted. “No. But I’ll stay away from them all the same.”

She appreciated his willingness to follow nonsensical orders, but felt he deserved a better answer.

“There’s a dangerous woman about who uses her sensuality to mesmerize men.”

Stone touched her arm. “Vic, you cannot tell them.”

Her anger flared. “The hell I can’t. I’m not on a government assignment. This woman has attacked Xavier, and that makes her fair game for me to go after. And when I go after someone, I use every skilled person I have.” She then turned her attention to Tubs and Davy, both looking shocked, probably because she’d just yelled at the Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard. “This goes for you too, Davy. Stay away from all pretty women. And if you think a woman is sensual, get the hell away and report to me as soon as possible.”

Her focus returned to Tubs. “If this woman takes over your mind, we will be in serious trouble.”

Tubs nodded in agreement. “How does she do it?”

“Fortunately, I think she requires time to seduce and then hypnotize her victim. So if you stay away from her, you should be safe.”

Her stomach roiled in fury as she realized that probably meant Xavier had slept with the woman on many occasions during the year he searched for the Mesmerist, and she never once suspected it.

Her glare hardened into pure hate. “However, once we get a description of the woman, you have my permission to kill her, rather than run off.”

Tubs frowned and nodded toward the inspector studying Xavier.

“Do you have a problem with Tubs killing the Mesmerist, Inspector Stone? If you do, then I’ll do it myself, but I’m telling you right now, I will not allow this woman to take over Xavier’s mind whenever the whim strikes her.”

Stone stepped back and looked at her. “I know I cannot stop you from going after the Mesmerist. I only ask you to be certain you have the right person. However, once you are positive you have the fiend, then use whatever force necessary to put an end to this.” His stare went to Tubs. “Scotland Yard will not prosecute anyone ending this murderer’s reign of terror.”

He stepped away from the mindless body of Xavier. “Let me know any way I can be of assistance.” He then nodded and left the room.

Vic returned to Xavier and hugged him. His arms tightened around her. She looked at Tubs and Davy. “One of you should get some sleep while the other stands guard in the hall. I’m going to try and revive him from the stupefied state he’s in.”

Once they closed the door, she removed Xavier’s clothes. As if from memory, his hands assisted in removing hers. She then laid him back and straddled him. Leaning down, she claimed his mouth as her body rode his.

In a jolt, his eyes opened and he stared at her and his surroundings in confusion. “How the bloody hell did we get here? The last I remember, we were in the carriage headed to the Hall.”

Chapter 10

In the morning, Vic hated leaving Xavier, even though he appeared to have regained his senses. As she dressed for her meeting with Mrs. Penderheim, she lectured him.

“You are to stay away from all pretty women. If you see one, run the other way. If one comes to the office, hide.”

Xavier pushed himself from the bed in outrage. “I will do no such thing!”

“Do you recall putting me in charge?” She brought him her anaconda shirt so he could assist in pulling the tight muslin shirt over her head.

His eyes turned sober and stern as his anger dissipated. “I do. However, your commands must be reasonable. Having me cower in my office is not practical.” With a sharp tug, he set her shirt into place.

She wiggled about so the tight garment fit more comfortably and then met his eyes. “I know this won’t be easy for you. It’s going to require you to sit on the sidelines and let me take care of matters.”

“Take Tubs…no, he’s susceptible to mesmerization as well.”

She stroked his head. “Tubs has strict orders to stay away from pretty women.” Seeing a scowl form on his face, she turned to the closet and selected a shirt. “I listened to Janet’s lecture last night. I don’t believe Tubs is in danger. He is new to our staff, and avoids women in general because they tend to scream and faint at the sight of him.”

A heavy breath escaped his lungs. “You are correct. Which means you need to take him with you wherever you go.”

She jerked her suit jacket on, and glared at him. “I’m in charge, remember?”

Xavier stood. “Is that your way of saying you do not plan to take Tubs with you, because—”

She placed her fingers over his mouth. “Both of us need protection. Thus, we will share his valuable time. Right now, I want him to remain with you, ensuring you don’t go wandering off in a somnambulistic state.”

“And where are you going?”

“I’m having breakfast with Mrs. Penderheim and then we are going to speak to Mr. Long.”

“The hell you are!” he bellowed.

She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him onto the bed so he was no longer towering over her. “Mrs. Penderheim chose a third option that excludes your presence.”

“What third option?” His eyes sparkled with outrage.

She turned to the mirror and worked on her three-inch collar as she explained the plan. She had barely retrieved her scarf when Xavier slipped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips to her temple. “Very clever, pup. But go armed, just in case.”

She nodded in agreement and turned to him. “And you will remain here until I return.”

He breathed in deeply, as if in pain. “I will remain here.”

“We have a new client at ten… Jacob Maples the third. Perhaps you can interview him without too many threats.”

A faint smile appeared on Xavier’s thin lips. “I will see what I can charm from the man.”

Vic glanced at her watch. “I have to be on the way. I’m taking Davy and the carriage, and you get Tubs.”

She kissed him heartily and then left the room, finding Davy, Tubs, and Little Pete in the kitchen. “Tubs you are to watch Xavier until I get back.”

He nodded, accepting his orders in silence.

“And where do you think you are going?” Davy demanded.

“Davy, get Marybell ready. You will be driving me and Mrs. Penderheim about this morning.”

His eyes narrowed. “Could she be the Mesmerist?”

Vic laughed at the absurdity of the situation. “Not a chance.”

“Do you have a job for me?” L’il Pete asked.

Her eyes narrowed. “What’s your opinion of girls?”

Pete scrunched his face in disgust and shook his head.

“Excellent. Then I’m expanding your job description—only don’t tell Barnacle or he’ll be devastated.”

The boy’s eyes rounded with happy expectations.

“I want you to patrol a ten block area around this office. If you see a beautiful woman, run back and let Tubs know at once.”

Tubs frowned. “What do you want me to do once he tells me?”

“Secure Xavier to the bed.” She tossed him two pairs of handcuffs. “I’m taking no chances losing him to the Mesmerist.”

Tubs nodded.

Davy called from below that the carriage was ready. She rolled her eyes at the aggravation in his voice then focused on Tubs and Pete. “Don’t pick up Davy’s attitude, either of you,” she warned and turned to leave, running in to Xavier’s hard chest.

“I agree on all accounts,” he said. “Especially about the attitude.” His focus went to Pete. “The woman you are seeking loves to smile. When she looks at you, you’ll feel as if the world turned brighter. You’ll be tempted to get closer, but if you do, I’ll have to fire you.”

While Vic thought the threat unnecessary, she was quite certain Pete would run the opposite direction if he saw a beautiful woman.

He picked up a pair of cuffs on the table. “Keep one pair in case Samuel requires containment.”

Vic shook her head. “You can pick a single pair.”

“Not if Tubs strips me of my picks, which I assure you he will.”

Tubs nodded and then Davy bellowed from downstairs. “Are we going or not?”

“I’m getting my own driver,” Vic muttered as she stormed downstairs and out to the waiting carriage.

Chapter 11

The moment Vic left, Xavier returned to his bedroom with Tubs in tow. He passed over his case of picks and his three backup tools, one hidden in the heel of his shoe, another in a slender pocket sown into his sock, and the third and smallest pick from a hidden slot in his pipe.

Tubs slipped them all in his vest pocket. “Any more?”

“That’s it.”

He sighed. “Please don’t take this disrespectfully, but Vic would never forgive me if I failed to keep you safe, so may I check for myself.” His eyes squeezed shut, as if anticipating a firestorm to rain down upon him.

“You doubt my word?” Xavier asked. Vic was right. Their workers were getting too cheeky by half.

One eye opened and the giant grimaced. “Normally, I wouldn’t. But I don’t know if you are really in control, or if this mesmerist might be pulling your strings even now.”

Beneath that gruesome face and massive strength was a sharp brain. Xavier nodded at the man in appreciation. “Good thinking. Yes, by all means you may check me over.”

Tubs relaxed and blew out enough air to cause a small breeze in the bedroom. His search was thorough and invasive, and despite understanding the man’s good intentions, Xavier was most put out by the time it was concluded.

“You’re good,” Tubs stated with relief.

“Then let us proceed,” Xavier snapped. “And Tubs, once the Mesmerist is found and dealt with, you will never again doubt my word, do you understand?”

“Yes, sir…er…I mean no, sir…What I’m saying is I won’t, sir.”

Satisfied with the man’s certainty, despite his fumbling reply, Xavier’s anger dissipated.

“Very well, let us proceed.” With great dignity, Xavier placed the pillows against the center of the headboard. He then turned to Tubs and extended his wrists to the giant. “Cuff me.” He was going to add ‘tightly’ but before he had the chance, Tubs had them on his wrists, cutting into skin.

“Damnation, I did not say amputate my hands!”

“Sorry sir, but if you’ll relax, the pain should stop. You’re making your wrists bigger than they are.”

He stared at his hands twisting up, and realized Tubs was correct. Why had he done that?

The answer spoke in his head.

Vic.

Vic was in danger. He had to save her.

“Tubs, I have to leave. Uncuff me at once.”

Instead of being the obliging employee he had been for the last year, the fellow placed a giant paw on Xavier’s chest and sent him flying onto the bed. “You don’t look good, Mr. Thorn. You need to lie down now.”

“Damn it, Tubs, uncuff me now, or lose your job.” Realizing the giant had no intention of setting him free, Xavier set about to escape the room. Despite the lack of hands, he managed to roll to the other side of the bed and scramble to his feet.

As the giant turned his attention to rummaging through the closet, Xavier rushed to the door. He should have been able to reach it before Tubs even knew what he was about, but for a man so large, the giant had the lightest, fastest feet imaginable and was upon him in a mere second, lifting him like a baby and gently placing him upon the bed.

“You need to stay here, sir. Vic ain’t in trouble; you are.”

“You’re wrong, you damn fool. Vic is in trouble, and if you don’t release me now, and she dies, you will pay with your life.” Tubs sat on the edge of the bed, pinning his captive in place by stretching one leg over Xavier’s stomach. All the while, the giant focused on attaching all of Xavier’s belts to make one long giant strap.

Realizing his threat had not made an impression upon the giant, Xavier tried again. “I’m not talking about a quick death, Tubs. I will torture you for weeks…”

Still seeing no fear, he altered it. “Months, perhaps years.”

Tubs smiled as he finished connecting the belts. He held up his handy work and smiled. “I learned to do this so I could make a belt long enough to fit me. That was before Vic found someone who would make a leather strip long enough to go around my waist. Otherwise, I’d still be wearing three belts put together.” With his leg still pinning Xavier down, he stretched over the side and tossed one end of the belt beneath the bed to the other side. Then carefully crawling over Xavier without ever giving him a chance to escape, Tubs reached down and snared the end of the elongated belt from beneath the bed. Now he held the buckle and strap ends of the seven fastened belts. Fitting the tail into the buckle, he tightened it until it held Xavier firmly to the bed.

“You and Vic are the first people who have ever been nice to me.”

“You’ve a fine way of showing it, you damn ingrate. Now release me at once!”

“I gotta do my job.”

“What job? You don’t have a job. I fired you.”

Tubs grimaced. “I hope that’s just the crazy talking, but even if it’s not, don’t matter none. I’ll do my job ‘til Vic fires me.”

Realizing Tubs had no intention of releasing him, panic filled his senses. He had to save Vic! His certainty that his beloved was in danger drove him into a maddening rage, but no matter how many times he fired and threatened the stubborn giant, the man wouldn’t release him. “I’ll bring charges against you. Finally, Stone will have proof to send you to jail for life!”

Tubs sighed heavily and climbed off the bed. Not that it did Xavier any good. The damn contraption Tubs had made with his belts held him firm.

Tubs leaned against the wall and watched over Xavier’s handcuffed and bound body.

His vigilance continued for an eternity. The anxiety for Vic’s safety continued to increase until Xavier feared he’d go mad. “Tubs you have to release me. I’m losing my mind with worry over Vic,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry about that. I wish I knew how to help you.”

Just then, tiny footsteps pounded up the stairs. Tubs drew his gun. When the door burst open, Pete darted inside, and flew into the closet, pulling the door closed behind him.

Upon checking the hall for any danger following the boy, Tubs closed and locked the door. “I guess Little Pete saw the woman.”

He walked to the closet and knocked lightly. “You all right, Pete?”

A muffled ‘no’ answered between heart wrenching sobs.

Tubs opened the closet door an inch. “You hurt?”

“No.”

“Then why the blubbering?”

“I’m gonna be fired, and this is the best job I’ll ever have.”

Tubs nodded. “I know exactly how you feel.” He then closed the door and returned to the wall.

At least Xavier had stopped firing him, but only because he was in some sort of scary state between living and dead. His eyes were open, but nobody looked home. Tubs hoped Vic would come back soon, because this worried him more than being fired.

***

Vic hated leaving Xavier alone with the damn Mesmerist still on the loose, but she had complete faith Tubs would keep him safe. And her current assignment was a worthy cause: getting a very nice old woman her money back.

She arrived at Mrs. Penderheim’s house to an astoundingly large selection of breakfast foods. The buffet table held heaping platters of sausages, bacon and eggs, chops, deviled kidneys, and smoked fish; a giant bowl of porridge and marmalade; and a stack of golden thick toast.

“Are others expected?” She had hoped to spend the breakfast coaching the lady on what to say.

The grand dame patted Vic’s back. “Just us. I know growing boys are always hungry.”

Vic chuckled. Not even Tubs could put a dent in this layout.

After a delicious breakfast, over which she and Mrs. Penderheim reviewed their plan, Vic assisted the old woman into Xavier’s carriage and gave Davy the address.

When they arrived at the building, Davy opened the carriage door for them. Vic was about to thank him for the courtesy, but he cut her off with a snappish question. “Where exactly will you be in this building?”

The old bird pointed out the windows belonging to Samuel Long. “We will be there. Office 213.”

Once they were inside, she chuckled. “Your driver is rather out of sorts.”

Vic rolled her eyes. “He is always out of sorts. I am tempted to hire a new driver for a second carriage so I do not have to argue with my transportation.”

The woman patted Vic’s arm. “Do not be angry with the man for wishing to keep you safe. You are worthy of protection. I hope Mr. Thorn realizes your value and provides you a salary commiserate with your skills.”

Vic paused before answering. “I am satisfied with the current distributions of profits.”

The woman huffed. “I daresay you’re giving your employees more than their share.”

Vic stared at her in shock. Was it possible this kind old woman might be the Mesmerist?

“From the look on your face, I see I am right.” She then pointed at a door and her face grew stern and angry. “That’s Mr. Long’s office. Let us proceed.”

***

Samuel Long jumped up from his desk as they entered.

“My dear Lady…” He paused as if trying to recall who she was.

The old woman’s eyes rounded with outrage. “Penderheim.”

“Of course! I could not forget such a grand dame as you, my dear woman. You are one of a kind, a tribute to the female species.”

He tried to kiss her hand but she pulled it away, stormed to the first chair before his desk, and slammed into it.

“I am in no mood for your charm today, Mr. Long.”

The vitriol anger radiating from her took even Vic by surprise.

Samuel scurried around his desk and sat down, leaning forward. “Has something happened? Something that I may help you with?”

“You? You would be the last person I would ask for help.”

“I don’t understand. What is wrong?”

“I hardly believed it necessary to state, but I do not support heathen and immoral enterprises.”

His brow furrowed in confusion.

“Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know what I am discussing. I am most angry that you have put me in this embarrassing situation. Most angry indeed!”

“Whatever you think I have done, must be a misunderstanding.” He glanced at Vic with suspicion. “And who are you?”

“He is the young investigator who has discovered you have invested me in white slavers and sellers of dead bodies.”

“That’s ridiculous. Clearly, the young man hasn’t a clue to his job. I assure you—”

Vic spoke up. “I assure you, sir, Bateman Factory is a front to acquire young men and women for the white slavery market.”

“It is not!” Samuel yelled.

“And, Putnam Ice sells dead bodies.” Vic added.

Samuel abandoned his chair and hurried around his desk to Mrs. Penderheim. “My dear lady, you cannot believe this boy.”

His hand reached out to touch her arm, but she slapped it away. “I most certainly do believe him. I have known his family most of my life. Whereas, you are a stranger.”

He retreated behind his desk. “Madam, I assure you, all your bonds are with solid good companies. The factory sells buttons and Putnam Ice is one of the major suppliers in London. This young man is wrong in both cases.”

“I wish you were correct, Mr. Long.”

“I am,” he assured her in a soothing tone. “I would never harm your reputation by investing you into unseemly businesses. My livelihood depends on the trust of my clients.”

Vic almost snorted at the truth of that statement. All montebanks depended upon the trust of their victims. Still, Long was most convincing; she hoped Mrs. Penderheim didn’t fall for his beguiling act.

“Yes, trust is vital. So you will understand my request for you to liquidate all my investments and return the money to my bank.”

He paled at her words. “Understand? No, I do not! I swear to you on my dear mother’s life that these companies are real.” He hurried to his cabinet and pulled out his list of her bonds. “Lancaster Carriage, surely, you’ve seen them?”

“Yes, I have. But when I invested my money with you, I expected all my monies to go to good companies. And your protests only prove to me you did not realize these companies were engaged in immoral activities.”

Seeing an out, Long jumped at it. “If they are as you described, I was completely unaware of it, and now that you’ve brought it to my attention, I will sell those bonds at once and purchase you something better.”

“Do that for your other clients. It is too late for me. I have lost all confidence in you, Mr. Long. You should have investigated these companies carefully before giving them my money. That is what I expected of you, and you have failed.” She sighed heavily. “You’re a charming man, and I’m certain you meant no harm, but I no longer trust you to do your job.”

“Mrs. Penderheim—”

She held her hand up. “Enough! Further protests will only anger me into telling my friends about your misstep.”

Long paled further at her words. “Very well.” He returned to his seat, looking shaken to the core. “I will liquidate your bonds, but I must warn you, to do so will cost you a sizable amount of your savings.”

Mrs. Penderheim stood and leaned forward, placing her hands on his desk. Even at five foot five, she towered over him. “Not too sizable, Mr. Long. Otherwise, I’ll be back with Mr. Ascot. You are familiar with the man, I presume.”

“No.”

Vic smiled. “He’s the best financial wizard in London. He will know exactly what it costs to liquidate these bonds.”

Long scrubbed his face with his hands before standing and facing Mrs. Penderheim. “You are making a terrible mistake. This young man is wrong on all accounts. The companies I invested you in are all solid, reputable businesses, and since I have never heard of this Ascot fellow, he cannot be any sort of expert in this matter.”

Seeing no change in the old woman’s carriage or resolution, Long sighed heavily. “I will liquidate your account, however, it will take time.”

“I’ll give you three days, Mr. Long. Any more time, and you’ll have to answer to Mr. Ascot, and I assure you, sir, he is a well-respected advisor. The only reason I did not place this money with him is because of his age. The fact you do not know who he is only proves you are not the man I wish handling my affairs. Three days, Mr. Long. Then I expect the bank to have my money.”

“I will do what I can.” His voice quivered.

***

Once they returned to the carriage, the ‘angry, stern, old woman act’ disappeared, and Mrs. Penderheim clapped her hands in joy. “La! That was fun.” She then stopped her clapping and stared at Vic. “I did all right, didn’t I?”

“You were perfect.” Vic gripped her hand affectionately. “However, by the distress in Long’s face, I fear a major portion of your money is already gone.”

The woman nodded. “I saw that, as well. The poor boy could barely breathe.”

While Vic wanted her to reconcile herself to the possibility of a major loss, she didn’t want her to forgive the thief. “Don’t forget this ‘poor boy’ intended to rob you blind, and has no doubt done that to others, and will continue to do so unless he goes to prison.”

“He has such a pleasant countenance…”

“Which is why he will never do an honest day’s work. He has learned how easy it is to swindle people of their money. If you let him off, he will prey on others, who, unlike you, will give him all their funds, leaving them destitute for the remainder of their lives.”

She swatted Vic’s knee. “I’m not backing down, Victor. When my money, or a portion thereof, is returned, we will go to Scotland Yard and let them know.”

***

Once Vic returned Mrs. Penderheim to her home, she hurried to the office where she found Xavier handcuffed and belted to the bed. Glassy eyed, he stared at the ceiling. “Hold on, Vic. I’ll get these off and save you.” His words slurred as if he were drunk.

Tubs rubbed his baldhead. “He fell into a trance shortly after you left. Pete came flying in a half-hour later.”

Vic studied her beloved partner. How could she possibly protect him from the Mesmerist when the demon could reach him from anywhere? Vic stroked his face as a thought crossed her mind. If the woman had seduced him months before, why only now was he being entranced? Why only since he had gone to visit Pierre Janet?

No longer certain they sought a woman at all, she chewed her lower lip. She had to identify the Mesmerist as soon as possible. Her thoughts turned to Pete.

“Is Pete all right? Did he come back behaving normal?”

“Just terrified he’s gonna be fired.”

Vic’s head snapped in his direction. “He saw her?”

Tubs shrugged. “He wouldn’t say, but I think so.”

“Where is he?”

He nodded to the closet. “Hiding in there.”

Vic was torn between pulling Xavier from his trance, and interrogating Pete, certain the boy had seen the Mesmerist.

She climbed onto the bed and kissed Xavier with a passion fueled by worry and love.

After a few minutes of submissive acceptance, he responded with an intensity that pulled at her soul. A moment later, he broke the kiss and stared at her first in confusion, and then in fury as he realized he had once again fallen to the Mesmerist.

“Welcome back,” she said and caressed his cheek.

“This situation is intolerable, Vic,” he whispered with fierce intensity.

“I know.” She rose from the bed and faced Tubs. “You can release him now.” Opening the closet, she crawled beneath the hanging suits. Pete had curled himself into a ball in the far corner.

“Pete, we need to talk.”

His little head shook rapidly and his body tightened. Having no patience left, Vic secured him by his belt and tugged him out of the closet, dropping the human ball onto the bed next to Xavier.

“Pete, whatever happened, Xavier is not going to fire you.”

“Yes, he is,” came the mumbled reply.

Once Tubs uncuffed his hands, Xavier attempted to uncurl the boy. “Pete, enough with this foolishness. The only reason you might be fired is if you remain curled in a ball and fail to report what happened.”

The boy looked up and faced Xavier with his tear-streaked face of misery. “I meant to do as you ordered. I meant to run, I really did.”

“What happened?”

“It was just as you said. She smiled at me and I felt so happy that I lost my mind. Instead of running away, I ran to her. She pulled me into her lap and said I was cute as a button. Then she ordered the waiter to bring me ice-cream.”

His eyes rounded with the memory. “I ain’t never had ice cream before. My whole mouth burst in happiness.”

“Where were you, Pete?” Vic asked.

“At the café on the corner.”

“And what did the lady look like?”

“She had a long braid of red hair with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.” Pete looked every bit the besotted lover.

“What about the color of her eyes?”

“They were brown, and her lips were heart shaped.”

While his description of her hair differed from Stone, the inspector might have been mesmerized during his sighting.

“How tall was she?”

The tiny shoulders rose and fell. “Don’t know, she was sitting down.”

Vic wasn’t ready to let this go. “You said you sat in her lap. Where were your shoulders compare to hers?”

Pete grimaced. “I don’t remember.”

Damn men and their shoddy memories!

“However, I remember her placing her chin on the top of my head as I took my first bite.”

Vic grabbed the boy and sat him in her lap. Her chin could just fit on the top of his head.

“She must be five-seven to five-eight.”

Xavier rubbed his temples. “Tubs, perhaps you should handcuff me again.”

Vic tossed Pete off to Tubs. “Take him to the kitchen.” The moment the door closed, she focused on Xavier. “I know exactly how to get you back in control.” She kissed him and he responded at once, tugging away her clothes.

***

After they had enjoyed an hour of play, they washed and dressed.

“I must say, you are a very fine antidote. You knock the witch right out of my mind.” He slipped his arms around Vic as she formed her tie. “She may have gained access to my lower brain levels, but you clearly lay claim to my heart and soul.”

Vic turned and took charge of his neckpiece. “How did it go with Mr. Maples?”

“It didn’t. Ben apologized and told him I was tied up—not far from the truth—and arranged for him to return.” He glanced at his watch. “In a half-hour from now.”

“I really wanted to go search for the Mesmerist.”

Xavier stroked her cheek. “I would like this to end, as well. However, before you go anywhere near her, I need to get a promise from Stone.”

“Not to prosecute me or Tubs?”

He nodded.

“He already gave it to me.”

“When?”

“During your first trance. Stone had returned with me and witnessed your incoherent ramblings.”

“The next time I go into a trance, handcuff me, leave Davy, but take Pete and Tubs with you. The boy to find her, and Tubs to kill her.”

Vic pushed him away. “I’m in charge on this assignment. I’ll decide who to take and leave.”

“I don’t think she actually mesmerized Pete.”

“Why?”

Xavier sighed heavily. “Because he can remember her looks.”

“Maybe, or maybe he remembers what she wanted him to recall—to throw me off the trail.”

“Either way, he’ll still take you to her.”

Vic couldn’t argue with that, however, she hated using Pete in such a dangerous situation. But if she didn’t catch the Mesmerist, then both Pete and Xavier would be prisoners of this fiend’s will for the rest of their lives.

“I am not a hundred percent certain the Mesmerist is a woman.”

Xavier’s brow furrowed. “All evidence, including what I remember, says she is.”

“Yes, but he may have put that notion in your head. I do not believe you have been mesmerized for almost a year. I would have noticed these trances.”

He frowned. “Am I not myself while mesmerized?”

“No. You are glassy eyed, your speech is slurred, and your movements are abrupt and awkward.” She gripped his hand. “In my opinion, you were not under the Mesmerist’s control until you became interested in hypnosis.”

He stared at her a long moment. “You think it is Pierre Janet?”

“I do not know. Tell me exactly what you remember about your meeting with him.”

Xavier frowned.

“You do not remember?”

“No, I recall our conversation. He told me of his proof that those susceptible to hypnosis could be controlled by mental thought.”

Vic sighed. “Well, if not for your behavior, I wouldn’t believe it possible.”

He nodded. “However, when I asked the man if he engaged in a physical relationship with the women who proved so amenable to his thoughts, he grew angry and demanded I leave.”

“Did you think he protested too much?”

“I did.”

“What does he look like?”

“Average height, brown thinning hair, yet there is a downward slant to his green eyes that gives him an expression of compassion.”

Vic thought it an excellent description of the man who gave the speech, so she assumed he had met the real Pierre Janet. “Did you meet anyone leaving his room?”

“Not until I reached the lobby. Then a young man called me by ‘Mr. Holmes’ and gave me your impertinent message.”

Vic flinched with regret. If Janet wasn’t the Mesmerist, the call out might have brought Xavier to the true fiend’s attention. He or she might have decided Xavier was getting too close to the truth.

“How long did your interview with Janet take?”

“No more than a half hour.”

“Then where were you while I was nearly getting our staff killed at Batemens?”

“Getting all of you killed, you mean.”

Vic glared in response. His comment wasn’t necessary, since she had said it first.

His frown deepened.

“All right, yes. Getting us all killed. Thank you for being so gracious about the matter. I have already promised—”

He pressed his fingers to her lips. “You have, and I apologize for my comment.”

“Your frown says otherwise.”

A soft snort whistled through his nose. “You have jumped to the wrong conclusion. Which proves you are not infallible, so please be careful in your assumptions.”

Vic opened her mouth to assure him she had never assumed herself infallible, when she realized why he frowned. “You cannot remember where you went after you left the hotel.”

He sighed and nodded once. “I cannot even recall leaving the hotel. The next thing I remember is getting out of a cab and entering my office. Davy waylaid me and told me of your disastrous morning.”

Vic calculated the time from her visit to the hotel and Xavier’s entrance in the kitchen. “You are missing three, possibly four hours.”

His hand caressed her cheek. “At least we have something to go on. I must admit, the thought I had been under the Mesmerist’s control for the entire year worried the hell out me. I feared I had perhaps committed some of the clever assassinations I have investigated.”

Ben knocked on the door and spoke on the other side. “Mr. Maples is here.”

“We’ll be right down,” Xavier replied.

“You’ll be down. I’m going to the hotel.” She turned to leave, but he gripped her arm. “Do you think leaving me in the company of anyone is wise?”

She pulled up. God, the Mesmerist could arrive as a client. “No. Not until we have an accurate description of this fiend.”

Chapter 12

Upon sight of Jacob Maples, Vic was tempted to leave. The young man was eighteen at the most. He could not possibly be the Mesmerist. She might have headed to the hotel had the fellow not spoken upon sight of Xavier.

“Mr. Thorn, you have to help me! My father is being mesmerized by his new wife. We will be ruined in a month if she is not stopped.”

Vic stepped forward. “I’m Victor Hamilton, Mr. Thorn’s partner. Please step inside our office and we will obtain all the particulars.”

Unlike most clients, he seemed forthright in providing personal information about himself and his situation. His mother had left him a sizable sum held in trust until he became of age. His father had been a very wealthy man who collected fine art and had built one of the best horse stables in Europe. But a year ago, his father had remarried and was now at the brink of destitution.

Unfortunately, he could provide almost no useful details about the new wife other than other people thought her extraordinarily beautiful, and she was neither young nor old.

Vic spoke before Xavier could yell at him. “Perhaps you could start from the beginning of this woman’s entrance into your life?”

“A year ago my father brought this woman home and said they had been married in Spain.”

“Had your father been in Spain?”

“Evidently, but he did not tell me about it. He just disappeared for a month, and then returns married.” The young man’s hands clenched with anger. “Everyone expected me to hold matters together when he disappeared, but I was far from prepared. We needed money to pay the servants, but I had no idea what bank Father kept his money in. So instead, I had to sell some items in the house. And was he grateful? Not at all. Instead, he yelled at me for selling a Michelangelo sketch for a hundred pounds.”

Vic wondered if Jacobs Maples was not simply a young man who could not take responsibility for his own stupidity. A hundred pounds? What was he thinking?

“Did he often find fault in your actions?” she asked.

“Not before, but since his wife has arrived, nothing I do is right.” He slammed his back against the hard wood chair and grimaced in pain as a plank of wood cut into the center of his spine.

“This chair is deuced uncomfortable,” he muttered as he sat up straight.

Vic couldn’t argue with his observation. Hearing the rapping of Xavier’s fingers, she picked up the speed of the interview.

“Exactly what has your new mother done?”

Jacob’s eyes flared with fury. “Don’t call her that! She is no mother to me. When she first arrived, she attempted to seduce me with her smiles and soft words, but I had no interest in her body. More than once, I had to order her from my bedroom.”

Vic’s head snapped up in sync with her partner’s. “Did she wish to discuss why you were so unhappy?” Xavier asked.

Jacob snorted with contempt. “She did, but I am not unhappy, only different, and I was not about to reveal that to her.” He glanced at Vic. “I think you understand what I mean.”

Was this boy a woman too? Vic studied his neck and located a pronounced Adam’s apple.

“You mean you prefer men to ladies?” Xavier stated.

“Yes,” Jacob replied softly. “But until she came home with my father, I had never hated women. In fact, I was very close to my mother.”

His eyes narrowed. “And my hatred for this woman is not displaced grief either.”

Vic had no idea how to respond, but Xavier leaned forward with great interest. “Has anyone in your family received treatment from a hypnotist or doctor? Perhaps upon the loss of your mother?”

“No.” The anger beneath his one word answer indicated great resentment.

“Then where did you pick up the term ‘displaced grief’?”

“It’s her explanation as to why I cause so much trouble.” He snorted. “That she has stripped the house of every painting, statue, and fine piece of furniture, sold our outstanding stable of horses, and put up for sale our country estate, evidently, isn’t reasonable cause for my anger. No, it is all because I miss my mother.” His anger lost steam. “I do miss Mother. We were happy when she was alive.” He met Xavier’s eyes. “But that doesn’t change the fact this woman is robbing us blind and I have just reason to hate her.”

Xavier nodded and returned his focus on the window, letting Vic take over.

“What is your father’s wife’s name?”

“Bella. She calls herself Bella Maples. I don’t know what she called herself before latching onto my father.” He rubbed his face with his hands, as if attempting to wash away the truth that tormented him.

“Do you doubt her name is Bella?”

He looked up. “I do. She loves to throw parties. Yet often, during the first months of their marriage, when someone would call her ‘Bella’ she’d fail to respond until they spoke again.”

“What does she look like?”

“Nothing that special, if you ask me. Brown hair, heart shaped face, with a widow’s point. I don’t know the color of her eyes, because I refuse to look at them.”

Xavier turned around. “Why?”

Jacob grimaced and his eyes darted to the ceiling as if he regretted his comment.

“It is important we know why,” Vic replied softly.

“Because I don’t trust her. Sometimes, like when she decided we should sell our country home that’s been in the family for twenty generations, Father would take a stand and tell her no. But then she cups his face with her hands and stares deeply into his eyes, and he gives in.”

Xavier nodded. “You’re a clever lad. Continue avoiding her eyes.”

Jacob gripped the arms of the chair. “Then you believe me?”

Xavier met his gaze. “I do.”

“And you will take the case?”

Xavier sighed and turned to the window. “And do what? Your father appears to be under the thrall of his wife. There is no law against that. However, if matters are as dire as you believe, I doubt this woman will stay once she has acquired the money from the sale of the country estate. You mentioned you have sizable funds held by a trustee?”

“Yes, until I reach the age of majority.”

“Visit him. Do not declare your father is entrapped or you dislike his wife. Just tell him your father has chosen to sell the family lands, and you disagree with his decision. Ask him to bid for it, so that you might keep what is rightfully yours. May I presume the estate would afford you a plausible living?”

“Yes, it provides our living currently.”

“If he refuses to help you, then do not argue, only return here and I will find you a lawyer to ensure it happens.”

“Why would he refuse?” Jacob rubbed his arm in agitation.

Vic leaned forward. “It is possible that this woman has been in contact with your trustee. And given the size of your inheritance from your mother, I expect she has tried to take it, as well. If that has happened, we will bring Scotland Yard into the matter.”

Jacob’s eyes narrowed at her words. “If she has stolen my money, I will strangle her with my bare hands.”

“Let us take this one step at a time,” Xavier counseled. He then stood and met Jacob’s eyes. “But rest assured, as of now, you are not alone.”

Vic was horrified to see what looked like love shining from the young man’s eyes at her partner. She abandoned her chair and hurried to the door, holding it for Jacob. “Yes, we will be here. Now, go to your trustee and then make another appointment to report back.”

The fellow gave Xavier another look of adoration and then left. Upon closing the outer door behind him, Vic turned and glared at Xavier. “He was flirting with you.”

Her partner rolled his eyes.

Vic stormed up to him. “I’m serious!”

He chucked her under the chin, and his eyes went to Ben for a second. “Don’t we have somewhere to go?”

Chapter 13

Leaving Tubs in the carriage with Xavier, Vic entered the hotel Savoy and studied the people in the lobby. Seeing no beautiful women that might be the Mesmerist, she approached the counter and waited for the young man whom she spoke to yesterday.

Once he finished checking in a gentleman and his wife, the fellow smiled at Vic. “I gave Mr. Holmes your note.”

“Yes, I know. And now he has given me a challenge in return. He spoke to a person, possibly a woman in this lobby. Did you happen to see them?”

The young man laughed and leaned across the counter. “Do you two do this all the time? I wish I had your job. Mine is deadly dull.”

Just then, a French family arrived to check in. The woman had a thousand questions, but the young man did not speak French. To hurry matters along, Vic attempted to assist with her abysmal language skills, but by the baffled expressions, she gathered she’d forgotten the little she had learned. Fortunately, she noticed David Brown storming down the stairs, carrying a heavy leather bag. He looked decidedly out of sorts.

Vic asked the French family to wait, and retrieved her friend.

“Need your help,” she said as she gripped his arm.

“Vic. Yes, I have an investigation for you as well.”

“Me, first.”

Now with an able translator, the desk clerk answered their questions, provided them their key, and sent them on to their rooms.

“Thanks so much,” Vic said to David. “I need to ask this fellow a question, but will you wait a moment. I’ve a question for you.

David chuckled. “You always were full of questions. I’ll wait for you on the settee.”

Vic turned to the young man behind the counter. “Before anyone else interrupts us, did you see Mr. Thorn meet someone in the lobby?”

“I did. Right after I called out his name and gave him your message, he cursed aloud, causing a great stir in the room. Most people turned away, but one very fine looking lady approached him and they went upstairs.” He shook his head. “This is a most intriguing game you play. Mr. Thorn got this woman to help find you, and now you are getting me to help find the woman. Do you play these games to hone your skills or because you haven’t enough work to keep yourselves occupied?”

“There’s more than enough work, believe me. Now why did you think this woman was helping him find me?”

“Your name is Victor, right?”

She nodded.

“The lady said she knew exactly where you were and offered to take Mr. Holmes there at once.”

Without question, this had to be the Mesmerist.

“What did she look like?”

“A real looker, she was. Dressed very fine.”

“Her hair color?” Vic’s fingers rapped on the counter as her patience grew thin.

“Red, no wait…” He paused and shook his head. “I’m not sure. Ask your friend who translated. He’ll know.”

Vic glanced towards David in utter confusion. “Why would he know?”

“Because he just came from her room.”

His answer shocked Vic to the core. Dear God, was the Mesmerist after everyone in her family? “And what room is that?”

“265. Right next to the gentleman your Mr. Holmes visited yesterday.” The young man then smiled. “Maybe you could use me on your staff.”

“Maybe.” Vic hurried to David and sat down beside him, studying his eyes for signs of a trance.

He tilted his head and studied her in return. “Is something wrong, Vic?”

“Yes. Where did you just come from?”

“Second floor.”

“What were you doing there?”

He huffed. “I honestly don’t know.”

She gripped his arm and pulled him from the hotel into the waiting carriage.

“Vic, did you forget your purpose?” Xavier’s voice revealed not only agitation, but worry.

“No, but I believe David might have been hypnotized.”

David’s eyes rounded in shock. “I’m not hypnotized, but now you mention it, that is possibly what the woman attempted to do.”

Vic held firm to her friend’s arm in case he wished to leap from the carriage. “But you said you didn’t know why you went upstairs.”

David took in deep breath and then smacked Vic on her forehead with the palm of his hand. He had not done that since their first year at Oxford. “I said I wasn’t sure why I had been summoned. The note requesting my arrival said it was a dental emergency, but when I arrived, the woman in the room did not seem to be in any pain. Instead, she raised the difficulty of me marrying a young lady of good name and fortune and said she could assist me.” All the while, she kept swinging a silver charm back and forth. “Seeing no emergency and angry I had closed my office for this nonsense, I declared she owed me two pounds. She laughed and said I should pay her a hundred pounds for the favor she was doing me. Realizing, I would not be paid, I stormed from the room.”

“Can you describe her?”

“Yes, of course. She wore a green gown, blonde hair with a curl much like Claire’s.”

“Height?”

“Small, like Claire.”

“Ha!” Xavier exclaimed. “I’ve got it now. Everyone sees the most beautiful woman in their life. David sees Claire, Pete saw his mother, Stone saw his wife and I…well never mind. You get the gist.”

Vic had enough. If none of these men could give her a descent description, she’d get it herself. “David, Xavier, under no conditions allow each other to leave the carriage. Tubs, you’re with me.”

Chapter 14

Vic rushed up the stairs with Tubs right behind her. His presence did a fine job of clearing the way. Upon sight of the gruesome giant, people pressed themselves flat against the wall and gasped in fear.

When they arrived at room 265, Vic knocked while she lectured Tub. “Under no circumstances look into the woman’s eyes.”

Tub nodded and his meaty hands fisted into deadly boulders.

When no one answered, Vic pulled out her picks.

“Be faster if I knock it down,” Tubs offered.

Vic studied the beautifully carved door set on the corner of the room, curving to each supporting wall. Thing had to cost a fortune to make. “True, but management would probably demand your arrest.”

“I don’t mind.”

Tubs had avoided being arrested all his life, but now he was willing to go to jail just so she could get in the room a minute faster. “Well, I do. I need you too much to go wasting you on this job.”

Tubs argued no further. She really liked that about her giant. He accepted his orders first time around. Finally, the lock clicked and they were in. Tubs pulled her back and entered first. She followed behind. Every time she’d try to go around him, a giant arm would gently swing out and push her back.

“Just let me do my job,” he muttered.

Unlike most people, who bend down and look under a bed for hidden criminals, Tubs picked the high post bed up as if it weighed nothing more than a stiff rug. Upon checking the water closet and the clothes closet, he spoke. “Nobody’s here.”

“Damn! She must have left while we were in the carriage.”

As they turned to leave, she jumped at the sight of Inspector Stone. “For the love of God, don’t go sneaking up on me. Tubs might have mistaken you for the Mesmerist.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” Tubs grumbled.

Stone eyed the giant and gave him a slight nod before returning his attention to Vic. “I’m glad you opened the door rather than Tubs. It’s carved from a single tree, and would have cost Xavier a bloody fortune to replace.”

“If I thought it would have helped me catch this fiend, trust me, the door would be gone now.” Vic went to the wastebasket and tossed the ingredients onto the bed. She really wished Xavier was with her because he was a genius at analyzing a room. “Tubs run down and tell Xavier and David to come up.”

“Both of them?”

“Yes, I don’t want to let David go until I’ve interrogated him further.”

Tubs headed to the door, but Stone held his hand palm out. “You’ve caused enough excitement for the day.” He turned to one of his men standing in the hall and gave them instructions to retrieve Xavier and a man named David.

Vic was about to object that the officer wouldn’t know Xavier and David, but closed her mouth when she recognized Sergeant Meyers. She had every confidence he’d find and retrieve them without incident. She’d worked with him on prior cases.

“Who is this David person?”

“A witness who avoided hypnotism by the Mesmerist. He’s also very knowledgeable about hypnosis.”

Stone’s eyes grew hard and black. “And how long have you known him?”

“We were roommates at Oxford my first two years.” Realizing Stone was sizing him up for the role of the Mesmerist, she rolled her eyes. “The Mesmerist is almost certainly a woman.” Vic held up a tangle of hair that looked to have been discarded from a hairbrush. Oddly, the hair seemed to change color depending upon the level of light. If she blocked the sunlight from the window, it looked black. If she held it up, but away from the direct sunlight, it looked red and if she held it in the direct sunlight, it appeared to be light blonde.

“That is most odd.”

Stone joined her and she performed the magic trick again.

“Are you certain that is hair?” Stone challenged and attempted to take it from her. Vic pulled it away and walked closer to the light. “I will have Claire study this under her microscope, but…” Using her short fingernails, she stripped a strand. It did not curl tightly as a hair would. “I believe you are correct, Inspector. This does not appear to be genuine hair, which would suggest the Mesmerist wears a wig that changes color depending upon the lighting.”

Stone approached and snatched the ball of hair from her hands.

“Hey!” Vic yelled and tried to take her find back.

“This is evidence. And perhaps you’ve forgotten, but I’m the Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard.”

“Who wouldn’t even be here had some old busybody not complained about Tubs,” Vic snapped in retaliation. “And no crime has been committed here, so you have no right to take that from me.”

Evidently, her impertinence had pushed him too far. Stone handed the hairball to one of his men who had entered the room to assist if needed. “You are wrong in all claims, Victor. First of all, I came here to interview Mr. Janet. And second, a crime has been committed. You and Tubs entered this room unlawfully, thus I can collect anything in this room I wish as evidence. And if you give me any more trouble, I may let the two of you cool your heels in a holding cell.”

Xavier entered in time to hear the threat. The rage on his face caused Vic to step away, knocking over a vase of flowers. Inspector Stone had yet to see the wrath of God towering behind him, so his attention remained on her. “For God’s sake, be careful. I have no intention of arresting you. However, I do wish you to remember I could. Not even Xavier talks to me like you just did.”

Xavier, having lost all his fury, now chuckled. “I am most interested in what the pup said.”

Stone sighed. “Nothing worth repeating.” He then studied Xavier’s eyes. “Are you all right?”

Xavier stood on one leg, stretched out his arms, and then touched his giant nose with his long elegant finger. “I could hardly do that in a trance, but feel free to ask me to repeat the performance if you doubt me anytime.”

“And how do I know you cannot do that in a trance?” Stone challenged.

While the attention was off her, Vic had knelt down to pick up the pieces of the vase. She noticed another hair strand caught on a rose petal. Deftly, she removed it and slipped the evidence into her vest pocket. Reading the card, she smiled at the additional clue.

Je t’adore, PJ

And then she answered Stone’s imbecilic question. “He can barely stand upright when he’s in a trance.”

“That is probably because the hypnosis was done either poorly or quickly, and the brain is fighting with itself for control.” David approached Xavier. “I am very surprised anyone was able to hypnotize you, at all. How many sessions did you attend?”

Seeing Xavier was about to strangle her impertinent friend, she intervened. “David, come over here and interpret this for me. It’s in French.”

David escaped his near death and then laughed at her. “Victor, even you should be able to read this! It says ‘I adore you, PJ.’”

That got Xavier’s attention as his long arm reached out and snatched the card from David’s hand. “Damn it all, secure Pierre Janet at once. He is in concert with the Mesmerist.”

Stone hurried into the hall with the sergeant and his men in tow.

With Stone out of the room, Vic lodged her complaint. “Stone took a tangle of hair from me, claiming it evidence. I wanted Claire to analyze it beneath her microscope because it changes color depending on the light.”

“That is true with all color and you should know that. Did you fail to attend your science classes while at Oxford?” Xavier chided as he studied the items on the bed.

“To the contrary, I excelled in my science classes. And yes, I do know the connection between light waves and color, but this hair goes from black in dim lighting to red in moderate lighting, to almost white blonde in sunlight.”

Xavier lifted a button off the floor and slipped it into his vest pocket before turning to her. “Really? Most interesting. I’ll ask him to return it. Is that what caused the outburst which almost got you arrested?”

Vic grimaced and nodded.

“Then you were in the right. If Stone processes the hair in the standard fashion, I can almost guarantee you the evidence will disappear by tonight.”

“Well, let him lose it. I found another strand in the flower vase,” Vic whispered.

Xavier chucked her under the chin. “Keep that to yourself. I intend to raise bloody hell over Stone’s stupidity.”

“That will have to wait,” Stone growled from the door. “I need Janet’s door opened. He’s not answering.”

Xavier showed no remorse for being caught talking about him. “You’re the Chief Inspector of Scotland Yard; can you not demand a key from the hotel?”

Stone slowly blinked and breathed out and in. To Vic’s eye, it was a wasted effort to try to quell his temper. He still appeared most annoyed. His voice indicated the same when he spoke. “The key was never returned, and they cannot find the master, so I need either you or Victor to pick the lock.”

Xavier smiled. “Well, make it Vic since he’s already under threat of arrest for picking a lock. With a dangerous criminal near foot, we dare not risk having my entire team jailed because someone cannot keep his word.”

Stone’s hand fisted at Xavier’s last words, even as he focused on Vic. “Would you open the door for me? I assure you no charges will be filed.”

“He promised that before, did he not Victor?” Xavier asked.

Vic was tired of their fight. “He did, but I will open the door nonetheless because it is very likely Janet left more clues than the Mesmerist did.” She pushed through the two warring bullies and stormed into the hall. The police gathered before the next door down the hall, staring at it, as if it might open on its own volition.

Sergeant Meyers brightened upon sight of her. “Vic, think you could open this?”

His smile warmed her heart. She liked the sergeant. He’d been a great source of knowledge for the seamier side of life. However, since Tubs had come on, she hadn’t been by to pick his brain very often. No need. Tubs was the ultimate compendium of information concerning the criminal elements.

She knelt down and extracted the fine silver picks Xavier had given her on their first Christmas together. Since she had already worked on a similar lock, she had the door open in less than a minute. That won her the respect of all the police in the hall.

“Good thing you’re on our side,” Meyers teased as she stood. However, before she could open the door and enter, Tubs’ giant paw covered the doorknob. “Me first.”

Sergeant Meyers looked ready to object, until Tubs explained. “My job is to protect Vic, and, believe me when I say, it’s not easy.”

She expected Meyers to insist on going first, but he just smiled. “Go on. From what I hear, bullets bounce off you.”

Tubs entered and managed to keep Vic contained until he declared the room empty. While she normally didn’t mind his insistence on keeping her behind him, in this case, all the other policeman were allowed to run about mucking up the scene. “Sergeant Meyers, your men are stepping on evidence.”

She pointed to a silver chain peeking out from one man’s foot.

“All right, everybody out,” Meyers snapped. The policeman who had stepped on the locket, reached down to pick it up, but Meyers snatched it from his grasp. “Out!” he ordered and handed the necklace to Victor.

Yes, she preferred Sergeant Meyers over Stone any day!

She smiled as she studied it. “Tubs, call David in here.”

Tubs glared at the officer. “You watch over him.”

Meyers nodded as the giant left the room. “You know, I’m really glad he works for you now, but I got to be honest, he still scares me half to death.”

Vic snorted. “I got his teeth fixed. There’s nothing I can do about his nose, so you’ll just have to adapt, because I plan to keep him in our employ forever. He’s a very useful fellow.”

David, Xavier, and Stone entered the room. Vic held up the silver chain. “Is this by chance the jewelry she waved before you?”

David cupped it in his hand and carried it to the window. “It very well could be. I remember it had curious etchings, but I never got a good look at them. Good thing, because then I might have been hypnotized, although why anyone would wish to control me, I have no idea.”

Stone stepped forward. Certain he intended to confiscate more evidence, Victor grabbed the chain from David and tossed it to Xavier for safe keeping. His long fingers snatched it from the air and slid the silver into his vest pocket almost too fast to follow.

“Bloody hell!” Stone snapped and stormed to the hall. “Meyers, return the hair evidence.”

“What hair evidence, sir?”

“The one I gave you!”

Vic came to Meyer’s rescue. “You had sent Meyers to get Xavier, so he wasn’t even up here.”

She heard a heavy sigh from the inspector, just as Xavier tugged her slightly behind him so he’d take the brunt of Stone’s rage, instead of her. God, how she loved her grumpy and occasionally enthralled partner. However, it didn’t mean she wasn’t going to interrogate him later about a comment he made in the carriage.

“Whoever, I gave the hair evidence to, return it to me,” Stone ordered. No one stepped forward.

“Meyers, search these men and fire whoever has it,” he snapped and focused his angry eyes on Xavier. “Don’t say a word.”

Vic darted around Xavier and ran to the hall where Meyers had the men lined up against the hall and was systematically searching their pockets, apologizing softly each time.

“Sergeant, the man who stepped on the necklace…where is he?”

Meyers studied the men and shook his head. “Did any of you step on a silver chain?” None of the men replied. Meyers cursed beneath his breath.

Stone joined Vic at the door. “Problem?”

Meyers took a deep breath before answering. “Yes, sir. I’ll finish up with this search, but I’m pretty sure these men are not the culprit. One’s missing, but I have no clue who he was.”

“What did he look like?”

Meyers grimaced. “I don’t know.” He looked at the men standing against the wall. “Any of you remember who the other man was.”

They all shook their head in sync, giving a rather comedic air to the moment. Vic would have laughed if not for what it meant. She turned and pushed Stone aside so she could go to Xavier. “The Mesmerist was here among us. Are you all right? Stand on one leg and touch your nose!”

Xavier performed perfectly to her command and then smiled with relief when he succeeded. He glanced at David. “Is it possible she’s lost her power over me?”

David nodded. “I can’t imagine you were a very good target in the first place. Then, depending on what fixation she used to enter your lower brain—”

“Me!” Vic exclaimed. “The boy downstairs heard her promise to help Xavier find me. But since I was with you, that fixation was no longer valid.” Exhilaration burst within her as the puzzle pieces fell in place. “David, you said she wished to discuss the unlikelihood of Claire marrying you‒”

“She didn’t name her, but yes she wished to discuss my worst fear until last night.”

Vic smiled at his statement. “Did you ask Claire to marry you last night?”

He cleared his throat. “I would have never presumed she would marry me, given my lowered status. Fortunately, the lady I love is prone to taking matters into her own hands.”

Vic knew that was true, and was delighted at what it meant. “She asked you.”

He nodded. “We intended to tell you tonight, if you came to dinner. I hope you are in agreement.”

“I couldn’t be more pleased. Did I mention she’s poor as a church mouse?”

David chuckled. “You did, and I don’t mind.”

“Well, I lied. But it’s too late to back out now. You’ll just have to suffer through and all.” Vic grinned and turned to Xavier. “That is why she couldn’t hypnotize David. Claire’s proposal had removed his fixed idea that he was unworthy.”

Xavier rolled his eyes. “Yes, I gathered that.” He held his hand out to David. “Congratulations, and believe me when I say this: Claire is a lucky woman to have found you, and I am most pleased with your engagement. I hope the wedding will be soon.”

Stone cleared his throat. “Can we get back to this rather important case?” He then looked at David. “And you, sir, will need to leave at once.”

Vic gripped David’s arm. “He will not. He is our resident expert on hypnosis and part of our staff.”

“Since when?”

To her surprise, Xavier answered. “Since you bloody well gave our evidence to the Mesmerist. Should I put that in my report?”

Stone glared at him. “I wasn’t aware you are even officially on the case.”

Xavier seemed to grow a full two inches taller. “I’m not, but it won’t preclude me from writing a report.”

The two angry men reminded her of cobras facing off. Before they started spitting venom, she needed to distract them. “Yes, let us return to examining the room for clues. Xavier, you take the left side and Stone, you take the right. David and I will examine the water closet.

She grabbed David’s arm and pulled him into the rather spacious bathroom.

David looked like a child in a candy store as he examined the plumbing. “I knew the Savoy was the first hotel built with electricity and elevators, but the article failed to mention their first class plumbing. When Claire and I marry, do you mind if I oversee the plumbing renovations in your house?”

Vic chuckled at the certain horror of Gregory would experience once he heard of David’s plan. He preferred the old fashion portage of water to make a bath. “Knock yourself out. Claire can afford it.”

David crawled beneath the sink, but peeked out. “She isn’t too wealthy, is she? I mean, what if some rich bloke jumps in at the last moment and steals her away from me? I would never survive the loss.”

“I promise you, David. If I see another fellow on the horizon, I’ll chase him off in a single night.”

David relaxed and returned to his inspection of the plumbing. “If I recall, you have some experience in doing that. Hello, this is interesting.”

“Interesting to a plumber or investigator?”

“To a clever sleuth.”

Vic was under the sink beside him in a second. David pointed to a bolt at the bottom of the sink trap. “See the shiny gouges on the bolt? Someone attempted to open this recently.”

“Why would they do that?”

“Well, its purpose is to remove fallen items that might clog up the pipe.”

“Such as what?”

“Rings that slip from fingers while washing hands.”

“Can you open it up?”

David chuckled at the question. “No. We’ll need a wrench for that.” He pointed to the deep gauges. “Even that might not work. It appears to have locked solid, probably due to the high mineral content in the water.”

They crawled out from the sink and looked up at Xavier poised at the door, looking frighteningly tall from this perspective.

“I now know why babies and small children cry at the sight of you,” Vic said as she held up her hand so he could assist her to her feet.

Once standing, she offered her hand to David.

“Anything of interest?” Xavier asked.

“Maybe. Could you ask Tubs to come in here?

Her request made Xavier smile. “You might as well come out and ask him yourself since he will not fit in the room if occupied by others.”

She exited the room and blinked at the empty space. “What happened to the furniture?”

“Stone has taken it all as evidence.” He then leaned close to her ear and whispered. “I will explain later.”

She shivered from the caress of his warm breath. Getting hold of herself, she whistled and a second later Tubs wedged through the doorframe.

“Let me see your hands.”

He held out his meaty paws and she studied the thick, hard calluses on his fingers. “Think you can open a bolt without the use of a wrench?”

He nodded as if the question was perfectly reasonable.

“Good, I have a job for you.”

She led him to the bathroom, and discovered the spacious room shrunk once Tubs was inside. She pointed to the sink and explained what she wanted.

The hard part for Tubs turned out to be getting underneath the sink. He just wouldn’t fit. Finally, David suggested he angle his feet up the sidewall and then slide into position. To Vic’s shock it worked. Tubs found the bolt at once and after David worked out mentally which way he needed to turn the ‘clock’ her incredibly strong friend had the bolt open.

Unfortunately, David had failed to mention disgusting fluids would follow his success. After much spitting and a curse or two, Tubs held up a ring. “This what you’re looking for?”

Xavier reached in with a long arm and grasped the ring, leaving Tubs to the arduous task of getting out. Vic left David to give the giant helpful suggestions while she sided up the Xavier to study the ring.

“It has an inscription,” she said pulling it from Xavier’s hand.

“Je t’adore, Antionette.” She looked up at Xavier and smiled. “That means I adore you in French.”

He cuffed her across the head. “Do not translate French for me. I’ve known the language since I was three years old.”

She opened her mouth to challenge his assertion, but recalled him once claiming that by the age of three, he could lecture his parents in a language they didn’t speak.

“However, it proves nothing,” Stone said, determined to rain on her happiness. “We have no idea who dropped the ring into the sink. It could have been any guest who has stayed here since the hotel opened five years ago.”

Xavier sighed and nodded.

Vic held on to the evidence and walked to the door. “Sergeant, would you locate maintenance and inquire if a guest has recently requested a wrench?”

Meyers looked past to her to Stone. She turned and willed him to nod. Once he did, she returned to the bathroom door just in time to watch Tubs claw himself up. Brown fluids stained his sweaty brow and previously white shirt. Her giant was very hard on white shirts. She reached in and grabbed a towel. “Good job, Tubs. Wipe yourself off and I’ll buy you a shirt to replace this one.”

Meyers returned with a mechanic in tow. “As I told the gentleman yesterday, I cannot remove the bolt. The space is too tight. I’m sorry, but whatever is in there will stay in there forever.”

Vic smiled at Stone with gloating satisfaction. The inspector interrogated the man further, but his efforts only confirmed Janet had called him the prior day, upset that his ring had fallen into the sink.

“He was most angry that nothing could be done, and even went so far as to suggest my mum didn’t have faith in me when I was a boy. Made me mad, it did. My mum thinks the world of me. Who was this French bloke telling me I had a bad mum? I stormed out. I expected to be called in by the manager, but when nothing happened, I thought it was put to bed. Now come to find out he called the police. It ain’t right.” He handed the wrench to Stone. “You can try it yourself. The wrench won’t turn in that tight space.”

Stone returned his wrench. “I believe you, and you are not in trouble. I am only sorry we couldn’t retrieve whatever was inside.”

“You, me, and the Frenchman both,” the mechanic muttered. “Can I go back to work now?”

Stone nodded and the man hurried off. He then looked at Vic. “Shall we continue this conversation in my office?”

David pulled on Vic’s sleeve. “I need to get back to my shop and close up properly before going to see Claire.”

“Claire can wait, come with us,” Vic insisted.

David conked her on her head with his palm. “For me, nothing comes before Claire. Get that straight right now. I told her I would see her at four, and I will.”

Vic sighed, but nodded in agreement. Hopefully, he would prioritize better once they were married.

She pulled out the strand of hair. “Have Claire analyze this first thing when you get there. And do not lose it,” she whispered with intensity.

She watched as he tucked the hair into his pocket and buttoned it closed. “Try to be home by seven so you can be surprised by our engagement announcement,” he warned.

Vic was about to object that they had more important matters, when Xavier’s hand clamped around her neck. “We’ll be there, ready to be happily surprised by the grand news.”

Chapter 15

Vic and Xavier followed Stone to his third story corner tower office in the New Scotland Yard building. Vic hadn’t noticed before, but he had a very nice view of the murky River Thames and from this height and distance, she couldn’t even smell it.

“Vic, sit down,” Stone ordered.

She resented his bossiness after all the mistakes he’d made today. With a huff of annoyance, she stepped over Xavier’s long legs stretched out as he enjoyed the comfortable leather high back and threw herself in the matching chair.

Everyone remained quiet for an interminable length of time. Finally, Stone spoke. “I’m going to talk to the First Minister again. Today proved this case requires the best of minds all working on the matter.”

Vic perked up. “Including Tubs?”

Stone met her eyes. “Yes.”

“And David?”

He breathed in sharply. “I am not convinced of his value, other than speaking French, which both Xavier and I can do.”

Xavier reached out with long arm and gripped her arm to still her anger. “David is valuable, but if our continued assistance on this case hangs on his exclusion, I will leave him out of the equation.”

Vic glared at her partner. What was he thinking? David had been most helpful. “We would have never found the ring if not for David.”

His grip tightened on her arm. “True, but we already had evidence connecting Janet to the mesmerist, so the additional proof was unnecessary.”

Ripping her arm from his long fingers, she turned to face him. “We had evidence Janet was besotted with the mesmerist. However, that adoration could have occurred during his visit to London. The inscribed ring implies the probability of a much longer and reciprocated love.”

“Victor is correct,” Stone said. “The ring was most valuable. However, before I risk my career suggesting his inclusion, he will need to be vetted.”

Vic rolled his eyes. “We don’t have time! The mesmerist was there! She knows about every bit of evidence we found, except that ring.”

“And a button,” Xavier added.

Recalling the plain brown button Xavier recovered from the wastebasket, she rolled her eyes. “And a common button worn by half of London.”

Clearly outraged they had acquired evidence he was not aware of, Stone’s glare went from one to the other.

Xavier reached in his vest pocket and tossed the button to Stone. While ferreting it out, he retrieved the silver chain and pendant. He studied the carved metal. “This looks familiar.”

“Probably because she used it to mesmerize you,” Vic grumbled.

His brow furrowed in concern and a second later, the piece of jewelry landed in her lap. She picked it up and studied how the silver strands interweaved and twisted upon itself, creating different shapes depending upon the angle.

“I think our mesmerist studied with a magician somewhere in her past.”

Stone leaned forward. “Why do you say that?”

“Because she is most adept at tricks of the eye. Her wig and this piece of silver both show an illusionist’s cleverness.” She then looked at Stone. “Have you ever seen a great magician ply his trade?”

Stone snorted. “I’ve arrested several ‘assistants’ for relieving people of the coins in their pockets while they watched a poor girl cut in two.”

Vic flicked her hand. “Cheap mountebanks. I’m talking about masters of their craft like the Frenchman Alexander Herrmann. He comes from a long family line of magicians and some consider him to be the greatest magician in the world. When we were young, Aunt Maddy took us to see him. He was a virtuoso.”

“Where is he now?” Stone lifted his pen to scribe the address.

Clearly matters had grown desperate if Vic’s childhood memories of excellence were sufficient justification to arrest a man for treason. “I’ve no idea. I just used him as an example.”

Xavier flicked imaginary dust from his pants. “I imagine David would know. Sounds like the sort of thing he would follow.”

Stone wrote on the top of his pad of paper and looked to Vic. “Then perhaps you can tell what you know of David Brown.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but Xavier answered for her. “Nothing would please the pup more. He’s most anxious to get his teeth into the mesmerist. And once we are done here, and you set Meyers upon his investigation, I’ll invite you to Victor’s house for dinner.”

Vic glared at him. “You will not.” She then turned to Stone. “It is my house. I will invite you, and you can even ask David what he knows of magicians once he and Claire announce their engagement. It will prevent her from carrying on about china patterns and wedding laces.”

***

As they rode together in Xavier’s carriage, Vic interrogated the inspector as to why he removed the furniture from the hotel room.

Xavier snorted. “The hotel manager did not give him his due, I imagine.”

Stone glared in his direction before replying to Vic. “In fact, the man was most rude. However, the reason I confiscated the furniture was to worry the mesmerist with the possibility that it contains evidence.”

“But it doesn’t,” Vic reminded him.

Stone raised one finger and his right eyebrow in unison, indicating he thought himself most clever. “Perhaps not, but the only way the mesmerist can be certain it does not is to steal it away. I’ve men watching the warehouse throughout the night.”

For a man so bright, the inspector could sometimes be so dumb. But Vic would not ridicule him. She had made some outstandingly stupid mistakes herself in the last year and a half. “If she is not willing to perform her assassinations then I doubt she’ll show up to steal furniture. I expect she’ll hypnotize some poor fellow to set the warehouse on fire. I hope no valuable evidence for other cases is stored there.”

“Damnation!” Stone cursed. “Drop me off, I must return to the office.”

Xavier leaned out the window and ordered Davy to return them to Scotland Yard. “The least we can do is get you there post haste.” He then lightly cuffed Vic across the head. “Why the hell didn’t you mention this before?”

She glared in his direction and growled. “I hadn’t given the furniture a single thought until now. Why didn’t you ask Stone what he planned to do with it, Mr. Know-It-All?”

Xavier softly snorted. “I assumed he was just annoying the manager.”

Her hand flew out to smack him on the back of the head, but he snared her wrist before a single hair on his head was displaced. “Enough!” He then frowned at Stone. “You are causing dissension among my employees.”

Recalling he had never paid her a pence for all her hard work, she yanked her wrist from his grip. “I am not your employee. I’m your partner, and you will stop cuffing me across the head or I will fill your seat with glue and you will have no choice but to sit in the office and interview new clients all day.”

Xavier chuckled. “Now that is a frightening threat.”

Vic laughed as well, imagining Xavier reduced to such a miserable existence. He’d be throwing inkwells at clients in no time at all.

Stone looked as if he planned to lecture them both, but they were saved by their prompt arrival at Scotland Yard. “I am sorry to miss dinner. Perhaps I could come by tomorrow?”

“Whenever you like, Inspector,” Vic replied. “Now go save your evidence.”

He exited the carriage, and Davy headed once again to Vic’s home.

Vic recalled her need to interrogate Xavier on a comment he’d made. “Earlier you claimed everyone recalled the love of their life when they saw the mesmerist. So who did you see?”

He remained silent for several seconds. “I couldn’t recall her face at first, but later her image came to me.”

Vic’s eyes narrowed. “Who?”

“A woman of mystery and constant surprise, possessing the most amazing intuitive nature, with a propensity to wear inappropriate clothing for a young lady.”

Vic grinned. “And her hair color.”

“White as snow.”

She snuggled against Xavier as he wrapped his arms around her. He pressed a kiss upon the top of her head. “However, this time you may have jumped a bit too far. While the Mesmerist would almost certainly send someone else, and setting a fire is much easier than stealing furniture from a warehouse, I seriously doubt she’ll waste the effort on items that poses no threat to her. I daresay Stone is in for a long night for nothing.”

She blinked in confusion. “Then why did you not contradict me?”

He tilted his hawkish nose to the left so he could kiss her lightly upon her lips. “My issue was with his actions, not your deductive skills. I saw no upside in convincing him his initial plan was harmless. If I succeeded and the warehouse burned tonight, he would throw it in my face for the next twenty years. Besides, I would prefer we question David first about magicians.”

She nodded as happiness surged through her body. They would solve the case while Stone watched a dreary old warehouse not burn.

Chapter 16

“We have wonderful news,” Claire said as she led Xavier and Vic to the parlor. Her walk had such a spring to it that her blonde ringlets bounced about her shoulders. When they entered the room, David turned and smiled, but he only had eyes for Claire.

Vic had never felt so invisible in her life, and to be honest, she found it annoying that her friend should be so easily besotted. “David, we have important matters to discuss with you.”

Claire’s grip on Vic’s arm tightened and her smile turned tense. “You will not ask either of us about anything tonight. We have grand news and you will silently listen to David.” Her scolding eyes turned from Vic to Xavier. “That means both of you. This is a special night for me, and neither of you are allowed to ruin it.”

Xavier matched her scowl with one of his own. “We will attend to your news first, however, given there is a hypnotist taking over London, I do wish to speak to David sometime in the hours ahead.”

As outrage built in her sister’s eyes, Vic added. “And you too, of course. We are dying to hear about the strand of hair I sent you.”

As predicted, her inclusion in their work altered Claire’s attitude a hundred and eighty degrees. “Yes, of course, but first I want you to give David your undivided attention.”

David stepped forward and met Vic’s eyes. “Victor, I have been in love with Claire since the first time you mentioned her at Oxford, and as wonderful as she was in my imagination, reality has proven her even more enchanting. She is the perfect partner for me, and to my delight, she believes the same. We wish to marry as soon as possible.”

Vic did her best to appear shocked as she pondered her friend’s words. Had Claire actually declared herself to be David’s perfect mate, or had he meant Claire believed David was her perfect mate? With Claire, either was possible.

When Claire cleared her throat, Vic realized she was taking too long to respond. “You old dog! I thought it would take much longer to get you over your fall from society.”

Claire came instantly to his defense. “Victor, how could you say such a thoughtless thing!” Her arms wrapped around David’s waist as she glared at her sibling.

David pulled her close and laughed. “It’s all right, Claire. Vic and I go way back. We’ve always been straight with each other. And when my situation drastically altered mid-way through Oxford, Vic’s friendship never wavered. He was even my first client when I opened my office.”

Vic gripped David’s shoulder. “As Claire’s guardian, I will have to insist that you come here to live. Can’t have my baby sister living in a hovel.”

“Vic!” Claire scolded again. “I cannot imagine how David has put up with you if this is how you treat him.”

Vic grimaced. “Sorry, David. Let me rephrase my statement. While Claire will bring a dowry sufficient to buy a house of her own, the truth is, I’m rarely around, so you would be doing me a favor if you’d move in here. Otherwise, Gregory will be torn over which household to manage.” Vic chuckled. “On second thought, he’d probably run the both, at least until he dropped from exhaustion.”

A clearing of the throat warned Vic that sometime during their conversation, her bossy butler had entered the room.

Vic turned to Gregory. “Did you hear the fine news? Of course you have, since you bear champagne.”

The regal, and presently annoyed, butler came forward and provided each a glass of bubbly.

Xavier raised his glass. “To the new couple. May they always be happy and productive.”

Claire’s attention turned to the man who had vociferously turned down her proposal of marriage only six months prior. “That’s the first words from your mouth, Xavier. Did our news shock you speechless?”

“I was pleased by your news. I’ve only been quiet, so I might throw Vic a line if he dug himself to China.”

David laughed. “Now there’s a job I’m glad to relinquish. At Oxford, I was always left trying to convince some stupid lug not to pummel us into the ground over some true, but dangerously provocative, comment Vic had just made.”

Vic emptied her champagne flute in one long swallow. “Sad, but true. Remember the captain of the cricket team? Charles…”

“Ott. To be honest, I’d rather forget him.”

“Yeah, but this is funny. He got beat up by a bunch of women inmates at Bedlam. One evidently bit his nose off.”

“Victor! This is my engagement party. Why are you talking about biting off noses?”

Not only was Claire glaring at her, but Gregory looked ready to send her to her room. She rolled her eyes and smiled at David. “I’ll tell you later. It’s the funniest story.”

Claire huffed. “There is nothing amusing about a man being disfigured for life, and at your hand, I might remind you. You could at least have the courtesy to pretend remorse.”

The unfairness of Claire’s attack raised her hackles. “I will never regret saving Mrs. Collins from Bedlam, and if the mistreated inmates took their brief moment of freedom to enact revenge on their tormentors, then I toast their success.” Vic raised her glass, but realized it was empty. “Gregory…”

Her butler snatched the flute from her hand. “No more for you. This is your sister’s night, and you will behave. Do you understand?”

Vic focused on Xavier’s sympathetic eyes. She would have offered to leave, but they still needed to quiz David on magic. Thus, she’d just have to swallow her pride and apologize even though she’d done nothing wrong. “Sorry, Claire.”

“And David. He deserves an apology, as well.”

God, her sister was such a pain! Vic looked at her friend and hoped he had the stamina to endure this new life Vic had lured him into. The poor fellow would probably regret his hasty marriage, and blame Vic in the future. “Sorry, David.”

David chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. “I’ve never heard you apologize before and now twice in less than a minute.” He gripped her shoulder. “For my part, no insult was taken.” He then leaned in and whispered. “And I look forward to hearing the details of Ott’s attack. I hated that bastard more than all the other oafs combined.”

Just then Gregory announced dinner was ready.

As they filed out, Xavier murmured to Vic, “And not a moment too soon.”

***

The moment Claire raised the topic of china patterns, Xavier interrupted. “Did you by chance examine the strand of hair?”

Claire’s brow furrowed at his rudeness, but upon taking a very long and deep breath, she answered. “I did, and it is not hair. It appears to be a very fine extrusion of artificial silk except this strand is hollow. This oddity enables the fiber to capture light, creating the illusion that its color changes depending upon the level of illumination.”

Vic rolled her eyes. Beyond identifying the substance, Claire had told them nothing they didn’t already know.

“Have you ever heard of artificial silk being used to make a wig?” Xavier asked.

“To be honest, it seems a very bad idea to me. Ten years ago, they came out with a fabric called Chardonnay silk. It turned out to be most flammable. Even standing within a few feet of a fireplace was sufficient to cause it to burst into flames. The product was discontinued and I thought manufacturers had tossed the idea entirely.

David took a moment to admire Claire, and then added. “I recently read three Brits have filed a patent for a new method of making artificial silk, which they claim is completely safe.”

Vic raised her flute of water. “Here’s to the Brits.” David’s office contained a myriad of inventions from the Americans and French. Sadly, the British inventors felt no compulsion to improve dental hygiene.

Lifting his flute to Vic’s, David said, “Once in a while we get there first.”

Xavier huffed with impatience and focused on David. “What do you know about magic?”

Both Claire and David’s eyes rounded in shock.

Before Claire could object—and by the scowl forming, she looked to disapprove of the topic most profoundly—David removed a flower from the vase and with a sweep of his hand it disappeared, only to reappear in the other hand as he offered it to Claire.

Her surprise turned to delight, fed with adoration. “You’ll have to show me how you do that.”

“Me too. Except I want a knife to change hands,” Vic added.

Xavier’s hand reached beneath the table and squeezed her leg even as his focus intensified on David. “Then you are familiar with the tricks of an illusionist?”

“Sleight of hand is a tool of the illusionist, along with distraction, reflection, and expectations.”

“Explain,” Xavier ordered.

Claire opened her mouth, no doubt to object to Xavier’s bossy behavior, but David spoke first. “Distracting the audience so they do not see what is really going on is commonly used.” He raised Claire’s hand and kissed it. “Nothing is more distracting than a beautiful lady.”

She batted her eyelashes at him in return.

David sighed with besotted happiness and then returned his focus to Xavier. “Did you notice what item I took from the table while I kissed my beloved’s hand?”

Xavier frowned. “No.”

“Me either.” Vic had expected him to be well read in the matter, but not a magician himself.

He pulled from his vest a six by four inch silver tray. “Distractions can be in other forms, as well. Knocking over a glass of wine works—”

Gregory cleared his throat and gave David an arched brow that warned him against trying it. Fortunately, Vic had shared many a tale of Gregory when they were in college, so David was not shocked by his behavior. He knew the old man never behaved as a normal butler, but rather like the family curmudgeon.

Thus, David left his wine glass upright and continued his conversation. “Even a small explosion can draw the eyes of every person on the street, as can a brawl, or a child weeping.”

“You’ve made your point. Continue.” Xavier’s brow furrowed deep. Vic wondered what disturbed him. Everything David had said made sense.

“Some illusionists are masters of light and reflections. They can alter the apparent space in a room with the placement of mirrors. You think you see the entire space, but in fact, only half is visible.”

“Can you provide an example?” Xavier asked.

He grimaced. “Sorry, I haven’t the skill.”

Xavier leaned forward. “Do you know anyone who does?”

“Alexander Herrmann is very good.”

“Where can I reach him?”

“Last I heard, he’s hiding in America, afraid to return to Europe. Story is he fell in love with a young actress and in a single day convinced her to drop her wealthy suitor and marry him instead. Then they jumped on the steamer and crossed to America before the jilted lover knew the woman had left him—without returning the family jewels he had given her.”

“And you are certain he is still in America?”

David considered this for a long moment. “No…In fact, I did see a flyer for Herrmann the Great recently. However, that could refer just as easily to his uncle or cousins. They are all illusionists.”

“Can you recall where you saw the flyer?” Xavier asked.

Claire leaned in and kissed David on his cheek. “The flyer was on the post outside of Adelaide’s Lace.”

She then smiled at Xavier. “I insisted David wait outside so he can be surprised when he sees my dress.”

“When was this?” Xavier demanded.

“This morning, before David opened his office. It was dreadfully early—”

“And where is Adelaide’s Lace?” Vic asked, knowing Xavier had no patience for Claire’s complaints.

Upon receiving the address, Xavier rose from the table. “Dinner was excellent, and I truly wish you to the happiest of lives, but if you will excuse us, Vic and I have work to do.”

Vic had been looking forward to Mrs. Yarrows’ dessert. Couldn’t Xavier have waited until dinner was actually over?

Instead of following him to the foray, she darted to the kitchen and found the cook. “Any chance I can take dessert with me? We have a long night ahead of us.”

After a brief moment of shock, Mrs. Yarrows raised a large knife and murmured beneath her breath.

At one time, the sight would have sent Vic running from the kitchen in fear for her life, but since she had saved the woman’s niece, she could do no wrong in the cook’s eyes. Except possibly today…

“If it’s too much trouble…” While Vic loved her Cherries Jubilee, it wasn’t worth dying over.

“No trouble, I just pray Gregory forgives me for marring Claire’s special day.” She dished out a hearty helping. She then went to the ice compartment and retrieved the ice cream.

“Vic, where the hell did you go?” Xavier bellowed from the foray.

Then Gregory’s sounded out as well. “It’s bad enough you storm out mid-meal. Do not bellow about and frighten the servants!”

With dessert and spoon placed in Vic’s hands, Mrs. Yarrows kissed both her cheeks. “Go save the world.”

Vic turned and came damnably close to splattering her dessert upon Xavier’s white shirt. “I’m ready. Why are you holding us up?”

Xavier eyed the cloth-covered bowl in Vic’s hand and the single spoon caught in her fingers. “One spoon? And what are you to eat with?”

Mrs. Yarrows jabbed a second spoon at Xavier. “You’ll not be making Vic eat with his hands. A growing boy needs his sweets for energy.”

Xavier took the spoon and distracted Gregory so Vic could escape with yet another piece of china.

“I want the china returned, Vic,” Gregory called after her. “To my count you have hauled away nearly half a table setting.”

Once they were both in the carriage, and Davy had his destination, Vic and Xavier sat side by side, as their spoons battled to death for Mrs. Yarrows’ excruciatingly delicious Cherry Jubilee.

***

When they arrived at Adelaide’s Lace, neither wished to leave the carriage to retrieve the flyer.

“You go,” Vic offered. “I’ll refrain eating while you are gone.”

“Not likely,” Xavier snorted and leaned out the window. “Davy, grab the flyer off that post.”

“Why can’t you get it?” Davy demanded.

Vic chuckled with delight. Finally, Xavier would experience what she had to put up with all the time from their cantankerous driver. She took advantage of Xavier’s momentary shock and outrage at Davy’s impertinence and spooned a heaping spoonful of cherries and ice cream mostly in her mouth.

“That is not your concern!” Xavier snapped as he discovered half the dessert now missing. “Damnation!”

The carriage wiggled as Davy climbed down and ripped off the flyer. When a second later, he opened the door of the carriage, horror replaced his petulance. “God Above! I’ll get you help at once. Why didn’t you let me know?”

Before Vic or Xavier could make sense of their driver, they were sailing full speed down the pitch-black streets. Xavier ordered him to stop, but he evidently couldn’t hear or had stopped taking orders all together.

Vic pressed her feet against the other seat to prevent from flying forward when he pulled up the horses to take a corner, and her hands gripped the side to prevent flying about. “Maybe we should retire Davy.”

Already in a foul mood at having lost the battle of Cherries Jubilee topped with insubordination, his temper blew. “Davy will not be retired until he wishes it.” His hand flew out and gripped the side as the carriage flew about a corner. “I blame this entirely on you. He never gave me the least bit of trouble until you came and taught him your bad habits.”

“Then I’ll hire a second driver whom we can use when we actually wish to go where we request. Were the bloody hell is he taking us?” She was thankful she’d eaten the last of the dessert, since the bowl flew off her lap and onto the floorboards. Vic wiped her mouth with her sleeve and stared out the window. “We’ll be passing Scotland Yard soon. Shall I jump out and see how the warehouse watching goes?”

“Not at this speed. You’ll just have to gloat from afar.” As they passed beneath a streetlight, Vic noticed bright red cherry juice splattered her sleeve. She was glad she had several new shirts on order. This one would never be white again. As they passed beneath another streetlamp, she discovered her chest looked as if she’d taken a gunshot at close range. Glancing at Xavier, she burst into laughter. “I know where we are going.”

“Where?”

“To Dr. Connors.”

As Xavier focused in on her as a passing light shown with the carriage, he understood Davy’s misconception. “For the love of God.” He leaned out the window. “Davy, we are not injured. Leave Dr. Connors alone and take us home.”

The carriage came to an abrupt halt, causing Xavier to scramble to save himself from sliding off the seat.

The door tore open and Davy studied them beneath the street lamp. “You aren’t hurt?”

“Despite your driving, no, we are not. Vic has simply failed to master the art of eating in a carriage.”

Davy poked at Xavier’s cherry stained shirt. “How can I be sure? You might be hypnotized so you don’t know you’ve been shot.”

Vic located a cherry stuck on the edge of her vest pocket. “Taste if you don’t believe him.”

Davy’s brow furrowed as he took the round sticky object and sniffed it several times. “Smells like cherries.”

“Mrs. Yarrows does a fine Cherries Jubilee. Only Xavier should have asked for his own bowl, because it was like sharing with a wolf.”

Davy stared at them both for a long while and then shook his head. “I don’t know why I bother,” he grumbled and slammed the carriage door closed.

A moment later, they headed home.

***

The instant they climbed the stairs, Tubs popped from the kitchen, his focus on Vic. “I thought you were just going to Scotland Yard and then to your family home.” She could hear the disappointment in his tone.

“That’s all we did,” she assured him, knowing he hated to be left out of near death situations.

“Then who’d ya kill?”

“Nobody. Xavier and I are still learning to share food in a carriage.”

Tubs lifted her arm and tasted her sleeve, just as Xavier returned to the hall, now wearing a robe. “Tubs can you—Gads man, don’t eat his right arm. He needs that for typing. Go for the head, it’s not doing anything of use these days.”

Tubs lowered her arm. “That’s good. I can see why you fought over it.”

Vic felt terrible she had not thought to bring him some. “I’ll stop by the house tomorrow, and if there is any left over, I’ll bring it home for you and Davy.” She then eyed Xavier. “I’ve no doubt you two know how to share.”

Xavier raised his right eyebrow in challenge and refocused on Tubs. “Can you bring up water? We both need baths before bed.”

“I’ll bring up two,” Tubs replied as he hurried downstairs.

Xavier watched him go with a faint smile to his lips. “He probably doesn’t think we can safely share a tub either.”

Vic pulled the shirt away from her anaconda undershirt. God it was a mess, as well. “I dare say, you’d fight me for first rights in the tub and we’d end up with all the water on the floor.”

Xavier’s hand fell upon her neck and he ushered her into their bedroom. “Tubs is a wise man, since that would almost certainly be the outcome.”

Chapter 17

As Xavier and Vic sat in side-by-side tubs of tepid water and washed themselves, Xavier broached a topic of concern. “How well do you know David Brown?”

Her foot suddenly required all her attention as she scrubbed it with a brush.

“Vic.” He could not allow her to avoid this conversation.

“We were roommates for two years.”

“Yet, he does not know your gender.”

She finally looked up at Xavier, her eyes guarded. “I am very good at hiding the truth, even in close proximity. You should know that. It took you forever to discover my gender.”

Xavier refrained from replying. In truth, she was a convincing young man. He had not discovered her gender until he saw a picture of her as a young girl. Afterwards, he continued to pretend he did not know. Then even more time was spent uncovering her fear of pregnancy.

Right now, she appeared to have developed a fear of dirt. He’d never seen her so intent upon washing before. “So his lack of knowledge is not an indication that you do not fully trust him.”

Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t reply.

“Vic…”

“I’m busy right now,” she insisted while attempting to remove a layer of skin from her arm.

Having lost patience, and determined to save her from lifelong scarring, Xavier stepped out of his tub, then knelt down and picked her up like a troublesome child.

“Let me go. I’m not done yet!” she complained.

While he did not wish to spend the night in a wet bed, his pup was squirming far too much to hold her much longer in his arms. Thus, he tossed her onto the bed, grabbed both towels, and joined her before she could roll off the other side. Once he had securely straddled her, he rubbed her beautiful lithe body dry. She calmed under his ministrations.

She grabbed the other towel and attempted to repay the favor, causing an instant tangle of arms and towels. Giving up, he lay beside her. “God, you are the most competitive creature alive.”

She nipped at his nose. “I could say the same of you.”

“We are well-suited,” he said and licked hers.

“Eck!” She grabbed a towel and dried her face. Then she covered his face with the towel and nipped his chest. He knew exactly what she was doing. But they were not having sex until after they finished this conversation. He gently set her back. “Why are you avoiding my questions about David?”

Sighing heavily, she glared at him like a petulant child. “Because it’s just going to make me angry.”

“How do you know?”

She sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. “You’re going to suggest he’s the Mesmerist just because he’s read up on hypnotism and can do a little magic. And that makes me angry. David is not the Mesmerist. Would I marry my sister to a monster?”

“Not knowingly,” Xavier admitted. “But how do you know David is not the person we seek? He is fully knowledgeable in both hypnosis and magic, he was at the hotel and the meeting‒”

“Stop it!” Vic yelled and slapped him on his chest. “I know I cannot prove it to you, but I’m a good read of people. Just like I knew there was a good man under your grumpy exterior, and another behind Tub’s gruesome smile; the same goes for David. He does not deserve having his love of knowledge turned against him. And if you and Stone choose to go down this path, then I’ll take Tubs and work on my own. That way at least someone will still be searching for the real Mesmerist.”

Xavier sensed this was a critical moment in their relationship. She wanted him to blindly trust her instincts, but he could not do that. He had not done it with Tubs, and he would not do it with David. But should he admit this and garner her resentment, or break his word about absolute honesty between them and investigate David on his own? Either choice could cause serious damage to their relationship.

To his amazement, Vic provided him with a better solution.

“Look, I know Stone will set upon the wrong conclusion and suspect David. But please don’t assist him. David is my friend and will soon be my brother. I don’t want him and Claire holding this false accusation against you.”

Her hand reached out and took his. “Let Stone blunder about, interrogating an innocent man. We need to focus on a woman who has been very close to both Dr. Janet and has known a magician in her past. That should greatly cut down the field of potential criminals, I should think.”

Xavier marveled at his pup’s ability to jump over the distractions and focus on a far more promising path to their solution. All they needed to do was isolate which woman of Janet’s romantic acquaintance had a connection to magic as well.

He now regretted his last question with the doctor. The man would never agree to see him again, never mind answer even more impertinent questions about his love life.

He tugged her upon his chest. “First thing tomorrow we will go to Stone and insist he locate Janet before he leaves England and bring him in for interrogation.” He then nibbled her chin. “And right now, I’m feeling a great need to reward my pup for her very fine thinking.”

“That’s more like it!” Vic straddled him. “And I get to be on top.”

Xavier stretched his arms above his head. “Very well, ravish me as you will.”

Chapter 18

The next morning, Vic noticed Ben had left a letter for her on the desk. It was from Mrs. Penderheim.

Victor,

My bank received 369,000 pounds. I am most angry at myself for giving Samuel Long my money. In the future, I will have you investigate all investments beforehand. Please let Scotland Yard know at once what a scoundrel the fellow is. After you have spoken to the police, please visit me.

Mrs. Edith Penderheim

Vic stuffed the letter into her vest pocket and followed Xavier out to the carriage. She had barely sat down when her hawk swooped in and snatched the letter.

She opened her mouth to complain, but thought better of it. Xavier had said Mrs. Penderheim would be lucky to get half the money, but they did far better than that.

A smirk came to his lips. “Ah, now I see why this letter was peeking from your vest pocket. You knew I couldn’t resist such a temptation, and now I have discovered what a superb job you did for the old gal. I cannot even chide you for gloating.” He tossed her the letter. “Very clever, pup, but just because it worked this time does not mean it always will.”

“I know. Mrs. Penderheim did a fine job. She had the fellow convinced the only reason she wasn’t telling everyone about his immoral bonds was due to her shame. And when he warned her she would only get a pittance back, she jumped all over him. I’m guessing he returned all her money he had yet to spend.”

“Encourage her to keep her word on using us in the future. It’s lucrative work. We investigate once and sell our findings many times.”

She was about to point out that none of Mrs. Penderheim’s bonds were in their files, but realized that was because they had all been bogus.

Thank God she had discovered her error before she spoke. It would have undone all her brilliance that Xavier had admired during last night and this morning.

***

When they arrived at Scotland Yard, Xavier never mentioned David’s knowledge of magic, so Stone, desperate for an avenue of investigation, jumped right on the search for Janet.

“Any luck with the warehouse watching?” Xavier asked as he relaxed in the high-back chair.

“Nothing, which was a much better outcome than have the Mesmerist send someone to burn the warehouse down. Still, this morning I had the evidence for several upcoming trials moved here to our basement, just to be safe.”

Xavier nodded in agreement. “Vic uncovered another crime if you are interested.”

Stone grabbed pen and paper, then looked at Vic.

“There’s a fellow named Samuel Long investing people into bonds that don’t exist.” She then provided him the address.

“And how do you know this?”

“A client came and asked us to investigate the investments her new advisor had made for her. I checked them out and they were all fakes.”

“How much money did your client invest?”

Vic glanced at Xavier to make certain she was allowed to disclose that. He nodded, so she gave the amount.

“Well, that’s sufficient to make it a serious crime,” he admitted and then glanced at Xavier.

“Pup, tell Stone how you got the lady a good portion of her money back,” Xavier insisted.

“I determined three of fake bonds were for businesses of an immoral nature. Mrs. Penderheim was most outraged to be loaning money to white slavers and body thieves, so she declared a complete loss of faith in her man of business and demanded he sell all her bonds, moral and immoral, and send her money to her bank.”

Stone rubbed his chin. “Interesting approach. Did it work?”

“She received 369,000 pounds yesterday.”

Stone leaned back. “And nowhere along the way did you threaten to reveal the truth if the money was not returned?”

Vic paused. Mrs. Penderheim did threaten to tell others about the immoral bonds.

Xavier spoke up. “Stone is asking if you threatened Long that you’d go to Scotland Yard if he did not pay up.”

“No, I was there just to testify that the companies were fronts for immoral businesses.”

“Name of the businesses?” Stone demanded.

When Vic provided them, Stone shook his head. “None of those three would ever seek financing from the bond market.”

“Samuel Long never mentioned the bonds didn’t exist, and I certainly didn’t, so that was never part of our conversation.”

“Well?” Xavier asked.

“Well what?” Stone snapped.

“Do you see any problem with the manner Vic handled this? I myself thought it damn clever, although I never expected the lady to get much back.”

Stone tapped his note pad before focusing in on Vic. “And Scotland Yard was never mentioned?”

“No.”

“Is the lady willing to testify against the man?”

“She is, but you’d do better acquiring his books and determining other clients.”

Stone’s fists clenched.

“Pup, don’t tell the inspector how to do his job. He doesn’t like it,” Xavier chided.

Vic cringed. “Sorry. I was just trying to be helpful, like the warehouse.”

“Which he stayed up all night watching for naught, and now is tired and out of sorts,” Xavier added. “Just tell the good inspector your client’s name and address and let matters take their course. He has men on his staff more than capable of handling the matter.”

“Before I give you her name, will you assure me she will not be asked to give up her money, or be charged with any crime in this matter?”

Stone’s eyes almost flared with fire. “Assuming you have truthfully relayed the facts, the lady should be fine. There is no law against a client losing faith in her investor and removing her funds. As long she did not receive the money for not revealing a criminal act.”

Feeling secure, Vic gave her name and address. “I plan to be stopping by this morning, may I tell her who might be calling.”

Stone walked to the door and asked an officer to find Leak. He then returned to his seat. “I’ve a better idea. You can take Leak with you, so I can rest easy the client was not prepped in advance.”

Vic didn’t like that. “I’ve one other question. If the client or her investigator knew of a crime, but never mentioned it—”

Stone held up his hand. “If it wasn’t mentioned, it does not come into the reason the client got her money back.” He then leaned forward. “To all appearances, you have escaped any hint of extortion.

Just then an old man with a cane walked into Stone’s office. “Daniel Leak, Victor Hamilton, and you already know Xavier.”

Victor and Xavier both stood and shook the gentleman’s hand. Daniel smiled. “Victor Hamilton…any relation to Madeline?”

“She was my aunt, sir.” Even after all this time, the mention of her name brought tears to Vic’s eyes.

“Good woman.” He then slowly took a chair and looked at Stone.

“Victor has uncovered what may be a sizable act of financial fraud. He has a client willing to press charges on the sixty thousand she didn’t get returned.”

The old man sighed. “The fellow’s probably skipped town by now.”

“He might still be operating his business. Vic, found a way to get the lady’s money back without committing extortion or giving the fellow reason to run. He’ll tell you on the way over. Right now, I’ve got a doctor to interrogate.”

Chapter 19

Mrs. Penderheim eyed the well-dressed, tall elderly gentleman who accompanied Vic and Xavier into her parlor. She patted her hair, straightened her gown, and widened her smile.

The old woman’s interest surprised Vic, given policemen were normally shunned by the social elite. Then again, she might not realize the old man was a policeman. His suit was fashionable, if somewhat conservative, and his boots were impeccable. Not a scratch or mar to be seen.

Vic couldn’t keep a pair of boots looking so good for five minutes. Still, she couldn’t imagine Leak’s were long from the shoemaker’s shop, given they were also of a current style.

She had better let the woman know right off the fellow’s profession, so the lady’s heart wouldn’t go where her good sense and society would forbid.

“This is Inspector Leak, from Scotland Yard.”

Instead of being horrified, the old gal’s right brow raised in playful challenge. “You seem a bit old to be chasing criminals.”

Leak chuckled as he took her hand and gave her a slight bow. “Daniel Leak, Inspector for Financial Fraud, at your service.”

Mrs. Penderheim asked him to take the chair to her right and motioned for Vic to sit on the couch beside her. Her eyes then fell on Xavier and she sighed heavily as if wishing he had not come. “And you may take your perch by the window.”

Inspector Leak’s smile widened at her comment and he sat upon the chair she indicated. His back stiff as a board, with shoulders straight, just as a gentleman ought to sit, but so rarely did. He positioned his cane prominently and unashamedly between his legs. “As you rightly noted, my chasing days are over, but fortunately, my interests lay in numbers, so I’ve stayed on longer than anyone else in the entire history of Scotland Yard. He leaned slightly forward. “Thus, I have seen firsthand every trick in the book.”

He nodded to Vic. “Mr. Hamilton has explained the ruse perpetrated upon you and the clever way you managed to rescue most of your funds.” He breathed in deeply and released the air in a sigh. “There are those who believe monies pulled out just before a fraud is discovered should have to give it back so it can be parsed among all the victims, but I am not in agreement. Now had you made money, then I would agree, since the money made would come from other victims, but that is not the case here.”

“He did overpay my interest due,” Mrs. Penderheim confessed.

“Yes, and no doubt with your own money. Had he been in business long, his financial ignorance might have cost him, but I have not heard of this man, so I believe he has opened up shop just in the last few months. You very well may be one of his first clients.”

“I agree,” Xavier announced from his window seat.

Mrs. Penderheim turned to Vic. “What do you think, Victor?”

Vic suspected the lady asked her just to annoy Xavier, but Vic only had warm feelings for her hawk sunning himself in the window. “I think if Samuel Long had been working for an extended period here in London, one or both of these experts in Finance would have known.”

The old woman pressed her hand to her heart. “I am very relieved to stop this man before he harms more people.”

Leak held up a long boney forefinger. “To arrest him, I will require a complaint against the man. With Mr. Hamilton’s assistance, I have written your particulars. If you agree with the statement, then you only need sign the bottom and I will take it to a judge.”

Her right brow arched in challenge. “And what will that achieve?”

“The judge will give us approval to arrest Mr. Long and confiscate items in his office and home that may help us build a case against him. That way he will not skip town with any money he has squirreled away.” His heavy white brows lowered as he continued. “Without your complaint, I must find evidence myself, but in doing so, Samuel Long will certainly get wind of my investigation and run to ground before I have sufficient proof to arrest him.”

Mrs. Penderheim’s back straightened with pride. “So I am a major contributor in this quest for justice?”

Inspector Leak chuckled and winked at her. “A vital and important one indeed.”

She held out her hand for the prepared statement and read it carefully. “Well done, Victor. You put everything just as I would have, if requested.” She signed her name with a flourish and handed it to the inspector.

Leaks stood and arched his back as if sitting did not agree with him. After admiring her signature, he refolded the letter with delicate care and placed it in his vest pocket. Bending deeply at the waist, he gave her a bow worthy for a queen. He then acquired her hand, and kissed it again. “It has been a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

She stood and wrapped her hands about his arm as she walked him to the door. “The pleasure has been all mine, I assure you. And I would be delighted if you would come again, perhaps to tell me how you progress on the case.”

Catching Leak’s momentary frown, she added, “Only that which is not confidential, of course, and if such a conversation does not exist, then stop by for tea and we will discuss finance in general.”

Vic glanced at Xavier as he rose from his chair and headed to the door. The humor in his eyes told her he had not missed Mrs. Penderheim flirting with the ancient Inspector Leak.

***

Once inside the carriage, Daniel Leak let out a happy sigh as he waved through the carriage window at Mrs. Penderheim standing on her steps.

“What an interesting lady.” He glanced at Vic. “How long has she been a widow?”

Vic was about to answer, when Xavier spoke. “We do not divulge our client’s personal information.”

“I am Scotland Yard,” Leak reminded him.

“True, but you are not asking in your official capacity. You are asking because she showed a distinct preference to you.”

“Over you, yes. But she appeared fond of Mr. Hamilton, as well. A reasonable assumption is that she is charming to everyone but you, Xavier.”

Vic coughed to cover her laugh. Being ever so concerned, Xavier slammed her on the back to clear her lungs. His unfair attack prompted a reply to Mr. Leak. “While she clearly disapproves of Xavier, I do believe her preference to you was marked and genuine. Assuming you are unencumbered with a wife, I advise you to pick up the gauntlet she tossed and call on the lady. I believe you two are a good match.”

Leak chuckled. “Well, I just might do that. But only after I arrest this rascal. Otherwise, the lady might conclude I’m too old to do my job.” With tilted head, he eyed Xavier. “I am curious about one thing. If she is your client, how did she manage to get caught up in this game to begin with?”

Xavier’s brow rose in challenge. “I notice you waited until we got within a block of Scotland Yard to ask me that?”

“I’m old, but I’m no fool.”

“I agree with half of that statement. However, to answer your question, the lady became my client after she foolishly invested her money with Long. She now knows to contact us first.”

The carriage pulled to a halt and Xavier leaned over and opened the door himself. “Now get out before I throw you out, impertinent old man.” He leaned out the window. “Davy, come toss this fellow from my cab.”

“Mouthy, young scamp,” Leak countered as Davy arrived to help him from the carriage. Upon reaching ground, he patted their driver’s arm. “Thank you, son. Why are you still working for this curmudgeon?”

Davy chuckled. “Because anyone else will quit within a week.”

Xavier leaned out the window. “I said toss the fellow, not chat him to death. Now will you get on with your job? We have work to do.”

He then raised his forefinger to Daniel and nodded once. “Stay well, old man.”

Daniel tipped his hat. “You too, young scamp.”

***

Once they pulled away, Vic studied Xavier for a long moment. “He taught you all you know about finance, didn’t he?”

A faint smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m certain in all these years I’ve managed to learn something on my own.”

She turned toward him. “But he was your teacher?”

“Yes. I learned from the best.”

“Then why didn’t you send me to Inspector Leak instead of leaving me to flail about on my own and almost get everyone killed?”

That earned her a cuff across the head. “Your propensity for finding trouble is your own innate aptitude. However, you learned a valuable lesson on that foolish endeavor, so it had its value.”

“Thank you, but why did you not send me to the best teacher?”

He sighed and caressed her short blonde hair. “I offered to teach you, but you ran off to Ascot for your training.”

“But you have no patience.”

“And you think Daniel does?” He snorted. “Almost every bad habit you claim I have, I learned from him.”

“Would he slap me across the head?” Vic challenged.

“So often your ears would ring.”

Vic wasn’t certain she believed him. Inspector Leak had been very nice to her and Mrs. Penderheim. More likely, Xavier just provoked all those slaps.

“May I go to him now?”

“No.”

Her fingers gripped his collar. “But I’m still untrained,” she growled.

“Yes, but he will teach you everything he knows—”

Her hands slammed against his chest in fury. “Is that it? You’d rather me be ignorant than your equal?”

His long fingers covered her lips, muting her complaint. “Earlier this week, when we checked out the remaining bonds, you proved Daniel does not know every trick in the book as he claims. If he or I had trained you, you would have given up on the idea of verifying Mrs. Penderheim was a valid bondholder with the various companies, because you would have known it was illegal for them to divulge their lists.”

His hand slipped beneath her chin and tilted her head so he could kiss her.

A compliment and a kiss. She liked this!

“Daniel will tell you both what can and cannot be done. I would prefer to only teach you what can be done, and leave you to push the boundaries on the rest.”

She laid her head upon his shoulder, feeling proud, happy, and loved. “I appreciate your desire to protect me from what can’t be done, but I’d like to point out you did just that when you told me Mrs. Penderheim had to choose between her money or vengeance. And I still found a third option.”

“Yes, but that’s because you know I make mistakes on occasion. I fear you would place Daniel on a pedestal and never challenge his word.”

She pushed away from him. “That is most unfair! First of all, I don’t have any pedestals in my head, but if I did, you would be on it. You are the smartest and best man I have ever known.”

His long fingers caressed her cheek. “Thank you. You rarely give me a compliment, but when you do, I must say, it’s quite grandiose.”

Vic opened her mouth to object to his claim, but realized it was true. While she marveled and admired Xavier frequently, she rarely put her thoughts to words, in fear he’d lord them over her. Yet, he frequently tossed her a fine compliment.

She pressed her lips to his open palm stroking her cheek. “If you promise not to throw them back at me, I will compliment you all the time.”

He shook his head. “I’d rather have them burst from you in superfluous expression without conditions, thank you very much. Otherwise, they become a form of manipulation.”

She nodded in agreement, but then narrowed her eyes as a worrisome thought settled inside her brain. “So when you compliment me…”

“Unintentional, I assure you. You are too full of yourself already.”

Satisfied, she snuggled against him and closed her eyes. They hadn’t actually gotten much sleep last night and she was tired.

***

“Damnation!” Xavier cursed upon sight of a young man pacing before their place of business.

Vic pushed herself off his chest and stared out the window of the carriage. “It’s Jacob Maples. By his look of agitation, I fear his step-mother has gotten her hands upon his trust.”

Chapter 20

As Vic and Xavier stepped out of the carriage, Jacob rushed to meet them, his face flushed with anxiety. “Mr. Holmes, my uncle says you are to come to him at once.” He then glanced at Vic. “You, as well, Mr. Hamilton.”

For the crime of calling him the name of Doyle’s fictional character, Xavier was tempted to send the boy off without another word, but decided to clarify one point before he did. “Who is your uncle?”

“The Earl of Rosebery.”

The First Minister. Damnation! “Let us go inside at once,” he snapped and stormed through the door.

Ben jumped up from his desk upon sight of Jacob. “This young man does not have an appointment. I told him‒”

Xavier waved him off and entered his private office with Vic and Jacob in tow. Upon sitting in his chair, he glared at the young man. Damn it all, he hated when clients withheld critical information. “May I presume Archie is the uncle who controls your trust?”

The boy’s eyes rounded in fear, and he gulped heavily before answering. “Yes, but he does not like me to drop his name about. Ever.”

“Did you verify your trust is intact?”

“Yes, and I asked him to buy our country estate, as you recommended. That is when he sent me with a terse message you were to see him at once.”

Xavier paused as all the pieces clicked into place. Finally, it all made sense, including the attempted murder of Archie. The mesmerist hadn’t attempted to kill him for political reasons, but for control of Jacob’s trust. And while he had no idea how the woman obtained access to the Queen’s servant, she would have certainly known about the breakfast. Archie was prone to bragging. “Before we speak to your uncle, I wish to accompany you home and meet your parents.”

Vic jumped up from her seat and threw herself before the door. “Not without me and Tubs you won’t!”

His pup had evidently jumped to the same conclusion, and her instincts were almost always right. “Agreed. Call Tubs and let us go now. Archie will feel better if we clear this matter up first.”

***

When they arrived at Jacob’s mansion, the butler let them in with reluctance, then glowered at the boy. “Neither of your parents are here presently. Perhaps you can return later.”

“I live here!” Jacob snapped.

“I meant your friends.”

“Benson, you overstep. Now go polish the silver or something.”

Once the butler had gone Xavier spoke softly to the boy. “We need to see your stepmother’s room.”

He shook his head. “She’ll kill me for sure…”

Vic patted him on his back. “She’s probably already planning that. Upon your death, who would get your trust?”

Jacob’s eyes rounded in horror. “I don’t know.”

“More than likely your father, don’t you think?”

He nodded.

Vic pulled him upstairs. “Let’s get the proof we need from here, and you can stay at my house until Scotland Yard arrests your stepmother.” She then paused. “That is if she’s who I think she is. Otherwise, you’ll probably just be yelled at for a week.”

Xavier reopened the front door and motioned for Tubs to join them. He wanted the giant with him in case the woman returned.

Determined to keep Vic out of trouble, Tubs was like a hound dog on scent. He headed straight up the stairs and directly to the room furthest down the hall. Xavier followed, amazed that a nose that mangled could track his pup so well.

When they entered the bedroom, Vic stood at the vanity, lifting up an empty wig stand. Upon sight of Xavier, she set it down and brought him a strand of hair. It looked auburn, but when he carried it to the light, it looked blonde and when he shielded it with his hand, it looked black.

“Let’s go,” Xavier ordered.

“To my uncle?” Jacob asked.

“Eventually, but first to Scotland Yard. Tubs, I want you to watch this house while we are away. Allow them to enter, but not to leave. Vic, I hope to hell you paid attention as to how the wig stand was situated.”

The grimace on her face suggested she hadn’t. “Well, nothing we can do about it now.”

Suddenly a woman’s voice spoke by the closet. “How dare you invade my privacy! My maid will pay dearly for failing to lock my door.”

Xavier stared in the direction of the voice, but saw no one. He scanned the entire room, but the only people in the room were Jacob, Vic, Tubs and himself. What the bloody hell was going on here?

Vic moved forward. “You’re maid didn’t forget. I picked your lock.” She pulled out and opened her velvet packet of picks. “See, they are very fine.”

Jacob moved inch by inch to the door, no doubt, hoping to make a break and leave them with his murderous stepmother. Xavier was truly taking a dislike to Archie’s nephew. First, he withheld critical information and now he expected them to fight his battle without him.

“One more step, little man, and you’re dead,” the disembodied voice warned.

Vic continued to play with her silver tools. “You do realize once you fire your gun, we will know where you are.”

An evil chuckle bounced off all the walls. “Yes, but the gun is not my only ammunition.” Her voice dropped low and compelling. “Jacob, it’s time to close your eyes and find your mother.”

“Mother?” His voice grew tinny, like an uncertain child.

“Yes, dear, it’s me, and a giant troll is trying to kill me. Pull the magic wand from the drawer and—”

Xavier gave Tubs a nod and in lightning speed the giant cuffed Jacob across the side of the head, knocking him out cold.

The disembodied voice spoke again. “Oh Tubs, they’ll hang you for that, you know. And no one will miss you when you’re gone. You haven’t a friend in the world. These two are just using you. Behind your back, they laugh at your size and stupidity. They call you a dumb animal.”

Tubs made no response, but his eyes flittered about the room, searching for some sign of the woman.

“You’re tired of your life, Tubs. You don’t want to do this anymore. Just take the gun in the drawer and put it to your head. Then you’ll finally find peace.”

Tubs frowned and opened the drawer. “No gun here,” he muttered.

From Xavier’s height and angle, he could clearly see a gun. That told him Tubs remained in control of his mind. Xavier hoped he could remain the same, but the Mesmerist had gained control of him before and might do it again.

Dear God! What if she told him to shoot Vic?

He moved to the drawer and dropped his gun inside. “He’s right. There’s no gun.”

The voice grew harsh and angry. “Step back to the window now, or I’ll shoot Victor.”

Xavier raised his hands and moved to the window.

Everyone remained quiet and waited for the disembodied voice to do something. Vic continued to play with her picks, but otherwise, an eerie silence fell upon the room.

The mesmerist spoke again, her voice soothing and calm. “Tubs, since you can’t find a gun to give yourself peace, you’ll just have to remove your tormentors with your bare hands.”

With a frightening growl, Tubs picked up Vic in a sweep of his arm and tossed her from the room, locking the door after her removal.

Her angry protests and thumps from her kicking feet resonated through the door. During Tubs’ move, Xavier retrieved both guns from the drawer and opened fire randomly into the room. Tubs quickly drew his guns from his pockets and did the same. Once they’d emptied their firearms, both men began tearing apart the room. Tubs lifted the bed and tossed it over. Over the noise of their futile search, Xavier finally caught Vic’s angry words from in the hallway.

“Could use some help, here!”

Chapter 21

Both Tubs and Xavier stormed the door at the same time, colliding in a tangle of arms and legs, delaying their exit for critical seconds. Finally, Tubs wrenched the door open and they rushed from the room.

Lying on the floor, Vic had a black haired woman in a chokehold. As they rolled into a spot of light, Xavier noticed the hair turned blond. More alarming were the long talons trying to locate Vic’s eyes.

Tubs jerked the woman from Vic’s grasp and clocked her on the head with his meaty paw. She slumped over.

“Don’t release her,” Vic warned. “She’s trickier than One Eyed Jack.” Lifting one of her silver picks from the floor, she jabbed it into the woman’s arm. A blood curdling scream filled the hallway followed by flying talons. Tubs smacked the woman again and this time she didn’t react when Vic jabbed her with disturbing intensity.

Tubs dropped the body to the floor and looked to Xavier. “She might be dead. I clocked her pretty good the second time.”

Xavier leaned down and felt for a pulse. Nothing. “It appears she is.”

Vic kicked the corpse with undue ferocity. “I don’t believe it’s going to be that easy. Tie her up tight, Tubs, with that knot that will tighten around her neck if she struggles.

He huffed. “I’ll go look for something to restrain her with.”

Once he was gone, Xavier stroked Vic’s back as she continued to glare at the body of the Mesmerist. “Vic, she really is dead. Check for a pulse.” His pup’s irrational behavior worried him. Who demands a dead body to be tied up? Killing a lady of society never went over well with Scotland Yard, and to tie her up after death would be greatly frowned upon.

“She may be able to slow her heart down so she seems dead. So unless you’d like to put a bullet in her head, I want her tied.”

She remained tense, as if ready to attack the body in a moment’s notice. He tried to lead her from the corpse, but she pushed him away. “Xavier, I’m telling you, I don’t think she’s dead. You are underestimating her cleverness. Again!”

And Vic was clearly overestimating it, but Xavier said nothing when Tubs returned and hogtied the woman.

Tubs had just finished when a loud tense voice yelled, “Hands up and step away from the lady!”

Xavier feared angry, armed servants had come to protect their mistress. Turning slowly, he relaxed upon recognizing the distinctive blue hats of the police.

“I’m Xavier Thorn. Please retrieve Inspector Stone of Scotland Yard at once.” He spoke with authority, leaving no doubt he expected to be obeyed. When a policeman turned and ran from the room, he decided to push matters further. “Also, Dr. Connors. He should be at the Queen’s Hospital.” Like magic, another policeman peeled off and headed downstairs.

Vic smiled up at him. “Then you believe me that she’s alive.

In truth, he’d ordered the doctor for Archie’s nephew, whom Tubs had knocked unconscious, but he would not remove the happy smile from Vic’s face. Evidently, she needed to believe they had not actually killed the Mesmerist. Why, he could not imagine. Female or not, this adversary had been the greatest threat England had ever faced, and he knew in his heart that only death would stop her.

Upon removing a few weapons from Tub’s body, the police focused on Xavier, who obligingly answered all their questions, leaving Vic and Tubs to watch the dead mesmerist.

For once, he was glad of his ‘Sherlock Holmes’ reputation, because otherwise killing and hog-tying a beautiful lady in her own home would have resulted in their immediate arrest and some very rough treatment. Instead, the sergeant in charge dutifully took down Xavier’s claim they had come on the request of Jacob Maple, never mind the boy could not confirm his statement, being unconscious and all.

“When we confronted Mrs. Maple with the charge of attempted embezzlement of Jacob’s trust, the woman went mad and attacked us. During the tussle, she knocked her head on the floor and fell unconscious. We tied her up and would have called you ourselves, had the servants not done so first.”

Inspector Stone arrived five minutes into Xavier’s questioning. While initially shocked at the sight of the beautiful dead woman hogtied on the floor, upon inspection of the wig she wore, he clearly realized they had killed the Mesmerist.

Yet, instead of relief that this unstoppable threat was dead, the inspector had the audacity to frown at her bondage. Xavier rolled his eyes in exasperation. He expected better of the man. He waited in anticipation for Stone’s complaint that tying a dead body seemed unnecessary and inappropriate.

Stone knelt down beside the corpse and examined the ropes binding her. “You do realize, she’s almost worked her hands free.” He then pulled out the set of cuffs he always carried in his vest pocket and fastened them tightly on her wrists.

Xavier stared at the surely dead woman in shock. Dear God, had Vic been right?

Stone rose and faced his best sergeant who had accompanied him to the crime scene. “Meyers, leave the ropes, but add some leg shackles to the mix. She is not escaping on my watch.”

She couldn’t be alive! He’d seen Tubs kill men with softer whacks on the head, and besides, he had checked. She had no pulse!

Xavier pushed his way in and felt her wrist. Nothing! He noticed a glint of silver in the frilly lace cuff of her long sleeved gown. Retrieving Vic’ pick from the woman’s sleeve, he shook his head. Once again, Vic was right. Somehow, this dead woman remained a serious threat. “Vic, gather up your picks and tell me how many are missing.”

A minute later, Vic kicked the woman’s back. “She’s taken three. Give me back my picks, you bloody thief!”

Vic roughly searched the woman’s body but found nothing. In exasperation, she looked to Tubs.

“I can’t find them. You give it a try.”

Instantly, an officer objected. “Hold on here. He’s not fit to touch a lady.”

Stone sent the fellow downstairs to wait for the doctor. He then approached Xavier and spoke in soft intensity.

“Could you not do this search, yourself?”

“She’s proven too clever for me. However, Tubs has a sixth sense about where people hide things. I’m hoping his innate ability can out-trump her skill.

Stone nodded for Tubs to proceed.

Shockingly, Tubs was having no luck either. He had checked everywhere but her arms and intimate areas. Xavier dearly hoped he’d find the picks in her sleeves, despite Vic had thoroughly checked there, because he knew damn well Stone would not allow intimate areas to be searched.

Tubs huffed in exasperation and stared up at Xavier. “All right if I tug on her a bit?”

Xavier nodded even as Stone voiced his objection.

“Hold on—”

The inspector fell silent in shock as Tubs tore off the woman’s hand. From the artificial appendage, he shook out three picks. He then gripped her real hand hiding in her sleeve and slipped the handcuff around it. He drove a pick into the other hand to make certain it was real just as Dr. Connors arrived.

“Xavier?” The doctor’s brow furrowed, no doubt, wondering what the hell Tubs was doing.

Having no wish to explain, Xavier pointed to the door. “There’s a young man in the bedroom suffering from a concussion. Please see to him. He’s Archie’s nephew.”

That got rid of Connors fast enough. He enjoyed his status as the first doctor of London too much to upset the First Minister.

Upon return of her picks, Vic patted Tubs on his back and then kicked the bound woman one more time.

“I really don’t like you,” Vic said as her shoe slammed into the woman’s leg. Her brow furrowed in concern and she raised the woman’s dress to expose the pantaloon covered legs and jabbed her thigh.

“Victor,” Stone snapped. “We will interrogate her later!”

“She’s got hidden pockets all over the place.” She glanced at Xavier. “Probably why you couldn’t get a pulse. This flesh isn’t real either.” To prove her point, Vic dug the pick deep into the rubbery substance.

Dr. Connors, who had just returned, joined her beside the body and studied the substance. “Vic’s right. This is vulcanized rubber. We should get her someplace secure where I can examine her more thoroughly.

“How’s the boy?” Xavier asked.

Jacob spoke from the doorframe. “I’m fine, sir. Does anyone know where my father is? He normally doesn’t leave the witch’s side.”

The original police officer gripped his shoulder. “I’m sorry, son, but your father is dead. She must have slit his throat downstairs before she came up here and attacked you.”

Seeing the boy weaving, ready to collapse to the floor, Xavier came to his rescue. “Which is your room?”

Jacob weakly pointed down the hall. Xavier led the distraught young man to his quarters.

He could hear Stone yelling at the officer for failing to mention Mr. Maples lay dead downstairs. To be fair, the fellow never had a chance to make his report. However, that was not Xavier’s problem. He could only rescue one person at a time, and Jacob Maples was his client, so he came first.

A faint smile crossed his lips as he heard Vic jump in and take the officer’s side. “When have you given him a chance to report anything?”

He would have loved to hear more, but he needed to steady his client. Once he sat the boy on his bed, he pulled up a chair and faced him. “Other than your uncle, is there anyone I can contact?”

The boy stared at the ceiling, determined to maintain the British stiff upper lip. “No. It’s a good thing I had to grow up this last year. Otherwise, I’d be in trouble. However, I know how to pay bills and withdraw funds now. I’ll be fine.”

“I’ll make certain your uncle has been notified.”

“Don’t bother. I doubt he’ll ever speak to me again. He was most displeased when I asked him if a lady had convinced him to hand over my trust fund.”

Xavier coughed to clear his lungs. “Did you state it like that?”

“Yes…and naturally he took insult. I’m sorry, but in the heat of the moment, I said you had suggested the possibility.” His eyes turned surly. “You did, you know.”

“Yes, but had you mentioned who your uncle was, I would not have considered such a possibility.”

“Glad to hear it,” a familiar arrogant voice spoke behind him.

Xavier stood and nodded to the First Minister. “Has Stone updated you?”

“Yes. I’ve given him instructions how to proceed.”

“Then I will leave you with your nephew.” Before Xavier could exit the room, Archie grabbed his arm. “Thank you for taking the case.”

“I take any interesting case a client brings me. However, this one I could not have done without my entire staff. The woman has proven herself most formidable, and may still elude us if we don’t end this now.”

The First Minister’s eyes darkened. “She will be tried according to our laws and then hung for her crimes. I am shocked you would suggest anything different.”

“I’m just trying to see justice has its chance. The lady possesses talents beyond anything I’ve ever encountered. She has clearly honed the skills and tricks of mesmerism and magic beyond even the masters of the fields. To contain her will be almost impossible. I thought we had killed her, but even death she managed to elude. A jail cell will not challenge her in the least.”

Xavier recognized the recalcitrant jut of Archie’s jaw. He wanted a trial so he could turn the publicity to his favor.

Trying one last avenue of reason, Xavier’s eyes flickered to the young man. “I only hope when she escapes—and she will—that she leaves the country rather than seeking revenge on those she blames for her temporary capture. Both you and I will greatly suffer if she chooses vengeance.”

Archie’s eyes hardened further. “I understand your concern and will take your advice under consideration. Thank your entire staff for their hard work. I will endeavor to assure their efforts are not wasted.”

Xavier left the room in disgust. He’d heard rumors Archie could be a one term First Minister. He hoped to God the rumors were right. This error in judgment would prove to be monumental.

As he returned down the hall, he noticed his pup still glared at the woman with intense expectation. He wanted to take Vic home, but he did not dare. If this creature escaped and came after Vic…

What the hell was he thinking? He didn’t give a damn if he irritated Archie, this had to stop here. He motioned for Tub to come to him. Once the giant arrived, he knocked on Jacob’s door.

Archie opened it, then stepped back at the sight of Tubs. Gathering his courage, he cautiously entered the hall, closing the door behind him.

“This is Tubs, my valued employee. If you wish for him to move the woman to the bedroom so Dr. Connors can declare her dead, he can do so for you. “

Archie pretended not to understand what he meant. Xavier sighed in exasperation.

“I can tell you from previous experience, having a crowd around this woman only improves her ability to escape.”

“But she’s tied and handcuffed.”

Xavier stared up at the ceiling as he sighed in exasperation. “Tubs, in your opinion, how long will this woman stay contained?”

Tub’s scratched his bald head and stared down the hall. “To be honest, I’m worried she might escape while we stand here jawing about it. The only one still watching her is Vic. Everybody else is being stupid.”

Xavier focused on the First Minister. “Your call, Archie, but if you make the wrong one and I lose Vic, I’ll never work for you again. But then I probably won’t have to, because the Mesmerist will get you first.”

The possibility of death finally stirred the First Minister to action. “Send everyone else out and have Tubs move her dead body to the bedroom,” he ordered and returned to Jacob.

Xavier and Tubs hurried down the hall. They had only gotten halfway there when Vic cursed and leapt upon the body.

The Mesmerist had freed herself of her bonds. Her talons were clawing at Vic’s eyes. Yet, none of the police nor Stone intervened. They remained talking among themselves as if they could not hear Vic struggling for her life.

Dear God, the woman had somehow managed to mesmerize everyone in the vicinity. Everyone, except for Vic.

Tubs burst into a full sprint clearing a path by knocking aside several officers in the way. In the next moment, Xavier lost sight of Vic and the Mesmerist, both hidden by Tubs’ huge form. Xavier had barely reached them when the giant stood up, holding a bloodied Vic in his arms. The giant pushed through the confused police and stormed down the hall, past Xavier, clearly put out by everyone’s stupidity.

Xavier had planned to speak to Stone, but nixed that and followed Tubs and Vic. Once in the carriage, he took Vic into his arms and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Are you all right?”

She shook her head.

“If her death has upset you—”

She pushed away from him and glared at him, her hair and face streaked with blood, her eyes enraged like a wild beast. “Why did you take Tubs away? What was so damned important it couldn’t be said in my proximity? Whatever it was almost got us all killed, because had that monster escaped, I can assure you, she would have killed us and everyone we loved.”

“I needed Archie to give Tubs permission to kill her.”

Her fingers gripped his shirt and pulled. “Tubs didn’t need permission. He is the only one besides me who seemed to understand what was at stake here!”

He captured her hands and held them tight. “I understood exactly what was at stake. But I did not want Tubs murdering a woman with twenty policemen as eyewitnesses. So I asked Archie to send them home so Tubs could do it in private. I thought it would take her more time without picks to escape the locks. I just wanted to ensure Tubs safety. I should have killed her myself. I’m sorry.”

Her fists relaxed so he released them. She rubbed the tears from her eyes and pressed into his chest. “No, I’m sorry. You were right to protect Tubs.”

“I don’t mind dying for this,” Tubs growled with emotion. “This death might even get me to heaven.”

Vic gripped hold of Xavier’s shirt again. “How do we save Tubs? He can go to heaven later, but right now, he’s staying here!”

“I agree. He had an order from the First Minister to kill her, so Stone will just have to manage his men’s perception of what they did or didn’t see. I promise you, Vic, no charges will be made against Tubs.”

“Because you got permission?”

Xavier nodded.

“Then I’m glad you took Tubs away. That’s what she waited for. She thought she could take me, but knew Tubs would stop her.”

Xavier held her tight against his chest, stroking her back. He hated to ask this next question, but he had to, for his own peace of mind. He met Tubs bleak eyes. “You’re certain she’s dead?”

He nodded. “I twisted her head three turns. All that held it to the body was skin. This time, the monster is dead and won’t be coming back.”

Vic shivered from his words. Xavier cursed himself for not waiting and questioning Tubs later. That detail Vic should have never known.

“And I pierced her heart with my pick,” she added.

“She was already dead when you did that,” Tubs chided. “And I wish you hadn’t. You didn’t have permission to kill, and it weren’t necessary anyway. Killing is my skill, not yours. Your heart is too kind for the work.”

Xavier rubbed the blood from her forehead and kissed it. He then hugged her tight against him. “Tubs is right. You shouldn’t go stealing his work. How would you like it if he started interviewing clients?”

A burst of chuckles erupted against his chest. She pushed back and smiled. “I bet they wouldn’t lie to him like they do us.”

Chapter 22

Xavier carefully tended all the claw marks on Vic’s face, arms and neck. Fortunately, her muslin ‘anaconda’ undergarment protected her from much of the damage the Mesmerist had attempted to inflict.

Not surprisingly, his pup growled at every touch. He knew Vic needed a release for all her anxiety, so he refrained from dousing her with the alcohol he dapped into the jagged claw marks.

“This is worse than the original attack. Must you rub off the little flesh I have remaining?”

“No, I suppose we can let it become infected and scarred. Then perhaps, clients will prefer to talk to me rather than my hideously disfigured partner.”

Just then, Davy knocked on the door then opened it an inch, to preserve their privacy. “Inspector Stone has arrived and wants to see you at once.”

Xavier glanced at the clock. Four in the bloody morning. What the devil did Stone mean coming here at such an hour? He passed the bottle and swabs to Vic. “Will you promise to continue working on your injuries, or must I call in Davy to assist?”

She placed the items on the nightstand and pushed off the bed. “I’m going with you.”

“Like that?” She wore nothing but her trousers. Even Stone would figure out her true gender with such obvious clues.

“I’ll put on a shirt—”

“And ruin another one? Most of your injuries require bandaging.”

She sighed heavily and collapsed on the bed. “I’ll stay here, but promise me you’ll accept no assignment that does not include me.”

He leaned down and kissed her pouting lips. “You proved without a doubt how vital you are.”

She gripped his hand. “We do make a good team.”

Slipping from her grasp proved difficult. Despite her verbal agreement, his pup did not want him to wander off alone, even if it were only to his office.

With a decided jerk, he broke free and hurried downstairs where Stone paced the waiting room in anger. Fearing the First Minister planned to go back on his word about Tubs, and wishing to protect Vic from the news, he ushered Stone inside his private office.

The moment he closed the door, he spoke. “If Archie has reneged on his promise not to have Tubs arrested, I will go directly to the Queen and let her know why I can no longer protect her and this country.”

Instead of looking pained by his words, Stone seethed with rage. “Do not dare threaten me! While I had grave concerns about using Tubs from the beginning, I went along because you were so certain you needed him to capture the Mesmerist.”

“And we did. If not for Tubs, the witch would have escaped and all our lives and those close to us would be in grave danger.”

Both men poised like lions about to attack. After several minutes, Stone spoke in a soft but enraged tone. “Just because Tubs received permission to commit one crime for the good of the country does not mean he was given carte blanche to commit any crime he wished.”

Xavier breathed in at his words. He didn’t intend to arrest Tubs for killing the Mesmerist, but for some other crime? This sleight of hand outraged him even more. If Archie intended to go back on his word, he should at least have the balls to do it openly.

“What the bloody hell are you going on about? What crime do you think he has committed?”

“I am talking about a bank theft that occurred this night. A very large footed, incredibly strong man ripped iron bars from the brick and concrete wall, entered the Bank of England, opened the safe, and removed over five hundred pounds of gold.”

Xavier blinked several times as he tried to make sense of Stone’s accusation. “I realize that you and your men were mesmerized, but surely you remember Tubs was at the Maple’s house, saving all our lives this afternoon.”

Stone’s glare intensified. “It happened afterwards. Evidently, believing he had permission to commit crimes, he decided to treat himself with a shipment of gold.”

“And what is your evidence?”

“He is the only man in London with the strength to pull this off.”

Vic burst into the office wearing a shirt marred with fresh blood.

Her appearance caused Stone to step back. Xavier had to admit she looked a bit like an enraged rabid wolf at the moment.

Her fury targeted Stone. “First of all, Tubs was here the entire time. Second, I doubt even he could carry off five hundred pounds of gold, and third, you’ve got some nerve coming here and accusing a good man of a crime simply because he’s the only strong man you know. Now I want an apology.”

Stone ignored Vic and focused on Xavier. “Are you certain he’s been here the entire time?”

“Yes, and if my pup hadn’t burst in I would have told you as much. However, I agree with Vic. You do owe Tubs an apology. Your prejudice against the fellow is most unfair. I would never take a man on my staff who—”

Stone snorted in disgust. “Don’t say steal, because you know damn well that is the sole reason you use the pirate Jacko.”

A surge of righteous anger filled Xavier. “I intended to say, ‘who disobeyed my orders.’ When I took Tubs on, I gave him explicit instructions that as long as he worked for me, he could work for no one else, nor engage in freelancing. And while my friend Jacko and I have a slightly different understanding, I am not aware of any theft attributed to him which has not made your job easier and this country safer, so to bring him up as proof that my employees are rogue criminals is outrageous, and now you owe me an apology. And when Jacko tires of country life and returns to London, you will apologize to him, as well. But right now, apologies to myself, Vic, and Tubs will suffice…unless you wish to insult Davy or one of the boys first?”

Stone looked in no mood for penance as he raked his hand through his slicked-back hair. “I apologize for my comment about Jacko, and if I am wrong about Tubs—”

“If?” Vic challenged. “You are most certainly wrong!”

He ignored Vic and kept his focus on Xavier. “Then I apologize for that, as well. But you must understand my position. Sonny Tubs has skirted the law his entire life and killed more people and committed more crimes than any other man I know. So I’m not willing to buy into his change of heart as quickly as you might wish. However, if you assure me he remained here since he left the Maples, then I will continue my search for whoever committed this crime.”

“I want to see the crime scene,” Vic demanded. “I am quite certain the evidence points elsewhere, but you chose to ignore it.”

Normally, Xavier would have gripped her neck in a warning to be silent, but he felt it a fair retaliation for all the insults Stone had lobbed this night.

Stone finally glared at her. “And I would most willingly welcome your input, only you are in a temper and I do not care to be castigated in front of my men.”

“Is that more important to you than finding the criminal?”

Sensing an all-out war that might go on for years, Xavier gripped his pup’s neck. “You are not the only one who can solve a crime, Vic. The inspector has solved a vast number throughout his years without your help.”

She opened her mouth and he tightened his grip. “Not a word. Both you and Stone have said more than enough to regret this day. Now you may either curb your temper and promise not to snap at the inspector’s heels or you may stay here. However, I wish to see the crime scene so Tubs’ name can be cleared.”

Vic sighed heavily. “I wish to go. I’ve already ruined this shirt; I might as well get some use out of it before I throw it away.”

Stone frowned. “Are these injuries from the Mesmerist?”

Vic nodded. “Yes. It occurred while you and your men were navel gazing.” She shook her head. “I’ve never encountered a woman half so strong before. I couldn’t have held her much longer.”

“We were not navel gazing, nor mesmerized. We were discussing our plan to move her. Why didn’t you say anything? The first we knew she had escaped her restraints was when Tubs stopped you from stabbing her.”

Xavier could almost feel the rumble of his pup’s angry growl. “What Vic realized early on, but you and I constantly failed to grasp was that our realities were being altered, either by hypnosis or magic. Just because the woman appeared to be dead, did not mean she was, and just because she appeared to be contained gave Vic and Tubs no assurances. They alone recognized their senses could not be trusted in this matter. We, foolishly, clung to reality when it had already failed us many times. Left to ourselves, hell would have frozen over before we caught this woman.”

Vic looked up at Xavier with clear admiration. “As it was, we only caught her by happenstance. When Tubs tossed me out the door, he had no idea she stood on the other side. We all believed her to be in the room because our ears told us as much.”

“How did you contain her then?” Xavier asked, knowing they had left Vic on her own for quite some time before hearing her cries for help.

“She didn’t resist me at first. Instead, she suggested I was exactly the type of man she longed for and the two of us could run off to a new country and have a lovely life. When that suggestion didn’t win me over, she offered to participate in threesomes and promised to protect my secret and provide me honorability that I would never achieve with you.” Vic cocked her head in a teasing manner. “She was most affectionate until I caught her in a chokehold.”

“You were taking a great risk, Victor,” Stone chided. “She was attempting to hypnotize you.”

Vic shook her head. “I’m a terrible subject for hypnosis. I’m closed tight as a drum except with those I trust.” Her eyes narrowed as she glared at Stone. “And I trust Tubs.”

Stone scowled at her words. “But you’ve only known him a short while.”

Vic shrugged. “I still trust him with my life. I trust him more than—”

“Yes, well, if we are going, let’s do so now. Otherwise, I’d like some sleep.” Xavier did not wish Stone to know how he ranked against Tubs. The pup needed to work with Scotland Yard and placing criminals above them in a scale of trust was not going to achieve that objective.

Thankfully, Vic closed her eyes and slept during the carriage ride. Xavier wished he could do the same, but feared if he did, Vic might awaken and ruin the current détente.

So instead, he shared the odd motivations of the Mesmerist. “For all these years we’ve thought her killings were politically motivated when in fact, they were for the love of money.

“Take for example her attempt to kill Archie in the Queen’s breakfast parlor. That had political assassination written all over it. Yet, she only wished to remove Archie from his nephew’s substantial trust fund so she could run through his money, upon depleting the father’s.”

Xavier frowned and rapped his knuckles on the carriage window in agitation. “We still don’t know how she got her claws into the Queen’s servant.”

Stone held up his forefinger. “Ah…that I know. Upon interviewing the butler, I learned the servant who almost killed Archie was the footman’s cousin and the man would come to visit on his day off.”

Xavier scowled. “That would have been useful information to know a week ago.”

“True, but I lack sufficient men to go from house to house asking if anyone was related to a notorious servant held for the attempted murder of the First Minister.”

Xavier smiled. “When you say it like that, no servant in their right mind would admit to the relationship.”

Just as the first break of dawn lightened the dreary grey sky, the carriage turned down a dirty service alley that ran behind the Bank of England. The ruts in the narrow path tossed the carriage about and jarred Vic awake.

She opened the window and studied the terrible road. “Davy, stop the carriage! You are driving on evidence.”

“That’s not Davy,” Stone chided and called for his driver to stop. The carriage lurched to a halt and they all climbed out. Neither Stone nor Xavier saw anything remotely looking like evidence, but the pup appeared most excited over the large round potholes marring the ground.

They were oddly similar and evenly placed on the path. Xavier followed Vic as she hurried forward on foot. Stone soon caught up with them.

“Why are we walking in the mud rather than riding the carriage?” Stone asked.

When Vic didn’t reply, Xavier answered. “Because my pup’s onto the truth, even if it yet makes no sense to either of us.”

She finally located a hole that had not been run over by a carriage. Taking a string from her pocket, she measured the width, length and depth of the hole.

Xavier moved closer to determine what so fascinated Vic.

“This relates to the crime?” he challenged, failing to see how some odd prank by children could be connected to the bank robbery.

Vic nodded and moved on. Stone called out when she reached the scene of the crime. “That is the back entrance to the bank.”

She snorted, evidently finding the ripped-away iron gate and the shattered door sufficient hints. Upon searching the ground, Vic’s head snapped up and her eyes flared with anger. “Where are the footprints you claim are Tubs?”

Xavier cleared his throat and glared at her. Clearly, she required another lecture on respecting those she must work with.

Stone pointed out two large footprints captured in the mud.

Xavier now understood why Stone suspected Tubs. The deep imprints indicated a very heavy man.

Vic pointed to the area before the bank steps. “Damn it all! Your men have obliterated the rest of his prints.”

Xavier hurried to her side and gripped the back of her neck. “Look again, pup. While it is clear the police have walked upon this ground, the soil shows only normal weighted men walking.” He then looked at Stone. “Which would suggest whoever made these two prints never entered the bank. In fact, there appears to be only one set of heavy prints, as if someone wished to frame Tubs but lacked the energy to do the job right.”

Stone cursed softly beneath his breath as he studied the ground leading to the bank door. “You are correct. I first arrived at the scene at 3 a.m. I inspected these prints by lantern and assumed there would be more.” He sighed. “I am convinced the culprit is not Tubs. My man will drive you home if you like.”

Vic’s head snapped up in agitation. “So you’re no longer interested in solving the theft? You only wanted Tubs?”

Stone breathed in and appeared to struggle for patience. “That is not even close to what I meant. I invited you here because I believed it would help you see the evidence pointed to Tubs. You have aptly proven it does not. So Sergeant Meyers will continue his investigation as he normally does—without the help of private investigators.”

“Sergeant Meyers? Is he here?” Vic asked, her mood brightening.

“I imagine he is—”

Stone stopped speaking because Vic had disappeared into the broken back door.

“It’s my turn to apologize, Stone, but in Vic’s defense, he doesn’t realize how rude he often sounds.”

Stone snorted. “I’ve grown accustomed to one of you, I suppose two makes no difference.”

***

Snared by the arm before she’d made it three feet past the remnants of the backdoor, Vic cursed Scotland Yard.

“Here now, what are you up to?” an officer demanded.

“I’m Victor Hamilton of Thorn’s Private Inquiries, and it is critical I speak to Sergeant Meyers at once.”

When the officer didn’t release her, she called out in her loudest voice. “Sergeant Meyers, I can help you solve this case if your man here will let me talk to you.”

A voice came from above. “Dannon, let Victor up. He’s on our side.”

Dannon released Vic and noticed the fresh blood on his hand. “Did I hurt you?” His brow furrowed in concern.

“Not your fault,” Vic said and sprinted up the steps. Out of breath, she arrived on the third floor.

Sergeant Meyers burst into a smile until he noticed her blood soaked shirt. “Vic, what happened?”

“I’m fine. Just scratches from that damn witch at the Maples’ home. However, I think I know how the thief carried off the gold and if you want to retrieve it, we need to follow the tracks before traffic obliterates them.”

Meyers shook his head. “I checked. All we got is one set of prints going nowhere.”

“Trust me. You got bigger and more tracks than that.” She tugged on his arm. “However, if you don’t act soon we’ll lose our trail.”

Meyers called out to one of his men and put him in charge before following Vic down the steps. Once outside, Vic intended to bypass Stone and Xavier who were still pondering the single pair of footprints, but Meyers stopped and brought them up to date. Then all three men jogged down the alley after Vic.

“Vic, hold up,” Xavier scolded.

She ignored him. He would want an explanation, but time was of the essence.

The large spaced holes remained easy to follow until they reached the brick paved road. Vic stopped, allowing Meyers to catch up. Panting heavily, he spoke between his gasps for air. “Stone and Xavier returned for the carriage. If we are following these giant holes, we can make better time by horse.”

She gripped his arm. “You’re right. Sorry about running off. I sometimes get carried away when on the scent of a crime.” She then pointed to two sets of round mud holes, one turning right, the other left. “The thief has gone back a different way than he came. Can you tell me from here which direction the zoo might be?”

Meyers scratched his chin as he stared at the sunrise, then pointed to his left.

“That means he went in this direction,” Vic pointed right.

“While we wait for Xavier and Stone, would you mind telling me what you’re thinking? If I don’t have answers when asked, Stone is going to demote me to the streets.”

Vic doubted that, but she understood Meyers’ need to impress his difficult boss. “These are elephant prints. That’s the only thing beside Tubs capable of pulling down the iron gate. The thief rode on its back, which is why we have one deep set of prints when he jumped down and led the elephant to the bank doors. There are two sets of elephant tracks down this alley, one coming and one going and they split here, only the animal’s foot is so round I can’t tell the direction of the print in this mud. However, we know he probably started at the zoo, because that’s where he’s got to live, thus, the muddy prints turning to the right here has to be the direction he went with the gold.”

“And this elephant can carry five hundred pounds of gold?”

“Depends upon the size. The small elephants I saw a year ago at the zoo couldn’t have, but maybe they got a new one. Right now I’m more concerned with following these muddy tracks before we lose them.”

Meyers walked forward and stared at the brick pavement of the main road. “To be honest, I’m already having trouble making them out.”

Vic took the time to help him see the ridge of mud that formed a circle on the bricks.

Finally, the carriage arrived and Vic climbed up with the driver and pointed Meyers to the cab. “You can bring Stone and Xavier up to date. I can see better from here.”

Before five minutes had passed, Victor promised herself she would never complain about Davy again. Having lost patience with the driver, she attempted to take the reins. However, the stubborn old man refused to let go, and with both of them tugging in opposite directions the horses ran the carriage onto the sidewalk, causing a man to yell, a woman to faint, and a baby to cry.

“For the love of God, Inspector Stone, can you tell this man to either do as I say or let me drive?”

Stone leaned out. “Do as the boy says, Rally.”

Once on their way again, she feared she’d lost the track. She’d opened her mouth, ready to blame the driver for wasting time, when she spotted a huge pile of grassy excrement lying in the middle of a side road. “Turn here.” However, as they continued down the road, she saw no further tracks or piles and began to lose hope.

She took in a deep breath, ready to declare the trail cold, when the brick pavement gave way to dirt and faint round circles reappeared. Now certain of her path, she yelled at the driver. “Pick up your speed, man. They’re getting away!”

The tracks stopped at a dock where two ships waited for their loads. She jumped off the carriage and studied the point where the elephant prints stopped. Based on the ships current placements, she’d say the second one should have the gold, but her gut liked the first boat.

She approached a young boy sitting on the steps to the shipping office. “Did you see that giant animal? Was he something or what?”

A smile stretched across the boy’s face. “Then you saw it too? Nobody here believes me.”

“I wanted to ask the captain where he got it from, only I’m not sure which ship is his.”

The boy pointed to the first one. “Only the captain is a nasty bloke and he’s just about to depart, so you should leave him be.”

Vic whistled to her party, all headed to the wrong ship. Once they turned, she pointed to the first one and then hurried across the plank onto the deck.

“Here now! We are about to take off,” a sailor snapped.

“Sorry, but I saw my little brother run aboard your ship. You can’t leave with him on it. Not that I’d miss the little terror, but my father will hold me responsible all the same.”

An angry and rather terrifying large man barreled towards her. Jacko was the only pirate she had ever met thus, in her mind, pirates were well-armed, colorfully dressed fellows who laughed at everything and everyone. This fellow, while armed to the teeth, was not laughing. He was all fury and rage, and made her question the wisdom of coming aboard to delay their departure.

“What the bloody hell do you mean boarding my ship?” As unfriendly as his question might be, the huge and wickedly curve knife in his hand held far more intimidation.

Someone gripped her shoulder from behind. God, this had to be her stupidest idea ever.

A second later, Xavier stood between her and the captain. Only he didn’t know her story so she pushed forward, closer to that vicious knife than she wished to be.

“I was trying to explain to the man that my little brother has run aboard his ship.” Vic looked up into eyes of pure evil. “He’s a little terror, sir. You really do not want to take him with you.”

“No, you would not,” Xavier agreed. “In fact, that will only result in the naval fleet chasing you down and boarding your ship. It would be best for everyone if the little monster is retrieved now and nothing further is made of this.”

Vic couldn’t tell if, behind all his seething rage, the pirate was buying their story. Without warning, he backhanded the crewman so hard the poor sailor slammed to the deck. “Why hadn’t you pulled the plank?”

The man pushed himself up and attempted to stifle the blood rushing from his newly broken nose. “I was waiting for Tomlin to return from the zoo.”

That earned him a vicious kick to his kidney. “Will you never learn to keep your damn mouth shut? Now, I’m stuck with three witnesses to silence.”

“Look, we just want the boy and we’ll be gone,” Xavier insisted.

“Sorry, but you heard too much. Can’t take the chance.”

“If you leave with that boy on your ship, I assure you, the royal navy will hunt you down. The child is the son of a very important government official.”

“Although, God knows why Father wants the creature. I am a hundred times better on a bad day.” Vic rolled up her sleeve. “Do you see what the little monster did to me? And don’t even bother throwing him overboard. They won’t believe it until they tear your boat apart, and then you’ll hang, because my father adores the demon.”

Xavier sighed heavily and nodded in agreement. “The best thing you can do is have your men search for the boy and then take me to him when you find him. Until then, we shall wait right here.”

The captain stepped forward and pressed the ugly blade against Xavier’s neck. “I am in charge, and I’m thinking my problems go away with your deaths.”

“I’m sorry I came on the boat,” Vic said. “It was stupid. I should have just let the cretin sail off.”

“Yes, you should have,” Xavier calmly replied. “Even as we speak, the royal navy is receiving notification the boy is on this ship. You had no need whatsoever to risk both our lives by running aboard. For someone so bright, you can be extraordinarily stupid at times.”

Vic frowned. She really did not want that to be the last words between them. Nor would it be if they could drag this out until Stone and Meyers reappeared from wherever they went.

“That is most unfair. You know my father will beat me senseless if I allow the little monster to come to harm. I am damned if I do and damned if I don’t.” She peeked around at the pirate. “I’d like to hire on as a shipmate.”

Xavier stepped back and glared at her, and in doing so, removing the knife from his neck. “Don’t be ridiculous. Assuming you could last the first half-hour of the journey, the royal navy would take you off as well.”

“No they won’t, because I won’t tell them who I am.”

Xavier laughed at her words. “Do you think you look anything like a crewman with your soft hands and fancy clothes?”

“Bloodied clothes, thanks to that cretin.” Vic jutted her chest out in defiance, hoping their little act would give Stone and Meyers time to return and save them. “And assuming the captain has a fine pair of kid gloves to loan me, yes, I think I will make a very fine sailor.”

“Shut up, both of you,” the captain bellowed. He then glared at his crewman, still lying on the deck. “Did they come with others?”

“I saw a carriage and two other men,” he said through gritted teeth.

The captain released a string of blistering curses. “And where the bloody hell is Tomlin?” He paced the deck as he muttered through his options.

Vic had a great desire to grab Xavier and make a run for it, because all the captain’s options started or ended with killing them.

“Look, all we want is the boy.” Xavier’s voice remained smooth and gentle, almost hypnotic in tone. “If you’d just search your ship and find him, we’ll be on our way, and the navy’s orders retracted. I don’t know what you’re carrying and I don’t care. I just want the boy.”

The captain studied Xavier’s face for a long time then wiped his knife on his shirt. Something on the dock caught the pirate’s attention. He whistled, waving someone to him.

“Is it Tomlin?” the injured crewmember asked from his prone position.

The captain snorted. “No. But it’s someone who can clean up your mistakes.”

Vic turned and almost smiled at the fearsome sight flying across the plank in a single leap. He thudded onto the deck causing the entire ship to shudder and a board to crack.

“Sorry about that,” Tubs said, stepping away from the broken plank of wood.

“I’ve got a job for you.” The captain tossed him several coins that Tubs snatched from the air. “Get rid of these two, but do it somewhere far from here.”

Tubs nodded and gripped their arms. “Don’t try running from me, because you don’t want to make me mad.”

Vic ducked her head down in case a smile burst from her lips. Tubs sent Vic and Xavier down the plank first. When he didn’t follow she stopped and stared in fear, worried he planned to stay and fight a shipload of pirates single handedly. Xavier pulled her further from the ship.

“Damn it, Tubs, they are getting away,” the captain yelled and pulled his gun.

“No they ain’t.” Tubs stepped back and ran to the edge, leaping over the plank and landing on the dock. Without a break in his pace, he snared them both by the arm and ran them to the far end of the dock where Stone and Meyers waited.

“Thank you, Tubs. A job well done,” Stone said.

Vic smiled at his warm words and then hugged her giant. “I’ve never been so happy to see anyone in my life. I was certain the pirate was seconds from slicing our throats.”

“As was I,” Xavier said and shook Tubs’ hand. “I am glad Stone had the good sense to ask for your help.”

By the glare on Stone’s face, Vic knew he didn’t deserve the credit. Meyers standing a foot behind the Inspector, gave her the slightest wink. She smiled in return. She truly liked the sergeant!

Vic peeked around the pallets and saw the men un-tethering the ship from the dock. Evidently, the captain had decided to leave without the missing crewman. “Sergeant, did you manage to snare the elephant handler?”

“I did,” Stone snapped.

“Then you helped save our lives, as well. The captain didn’t want to leave the fellow behind. But he has evidently decided to do so now. Have you a plan to stop him?”

Xavier elbowed her in the side so she’d shut up and watch as the ship released the last rope. Before it could maneuver from the dock, a massive ship of her majesty’s navy crept slowly forward until it blocked the ship.

She heard the captain bellow he would kill the boy if they boarded, but upon a sign from Stone, they ignored the threat and took control of the ship with only two deaths, both pirates.

Soon two trunks were heaved to the deck and offloaded onto a police wagon. Stone and Meyers hurried forward to ensure they had retrieved the gold.

Vic tried to follow, but Xavier snared her arm. “You’ve risked our lives enough for one day. Let’s go home and get some sleep so I have the energy to properly yell at you.”

“Yeah, you aren’t thinking too good,” Tubs added.

***

Xavier and Tubs’ complaints played over and over in her head until she burst into tears just as they arrived at the office.

“Tubs, go inside and put some water on to boil. I’m sure tea will soothe us all.”

Tubs nodded and left the carriage.

Xavier gathered her in his arms and pressed his lips to her temple. “You are highly prone to tears these days. You aren’t with child are you?”

She shoved angrily against his chest. “Don’t be stupid. Both you and Tubs say hateful comments and then you wonder why I cry?”

“We are all tired and out of sorts. We’ve had a rough two days and no sleep to sort matters out. So let’s go in, cancel all appointments and sleep the entire day. Then when we have sufficient energy, we can make love and mend any hurt feelings.”

Vic nodded. It sounded like an excellent plan.

The canceling of appointments put Ben and Little Pete in a flurry of anxiety, but they were young and well rested, so Vic didn’t care. Fatigue hit her like a brick wall as she attempted to climb the steps. She paused and wobbled.

Xavier pressed his hand against her back to steady her. “Davy, can you give Vic a hand. I’m so tired, I fear I’d drop her.”

“I’m fine,” she insisted even as the stairs shifted and she sank backwards.

A second later, she floated up the stairs as Tubs watched from above. “Sorry, I should have got her.”

Davy rushed her to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed. “Bloody hell! I don’t remember Vic being so heavy. I must be getting old.”

Tubs snorted softly and checked every blood spot on Vic to ensure they were seepage and not new wounds.

Once Tubs assured himself his ‘top priority’ was unharmed, Xavier shooed both men out. With his last ounce of energy, he removed Vic’s anaconda shirt so she wouldn’t have nightmares of being swallowed by a snake, then kicked off his shoes, and pulled her into his arms, falling asleep just as he remembered she still wore her boots. He managed a curse, but nothing more.

***

Xavier slept until late in the afternoon when soft rapping on the door and a sharp pain to his ankle woke him. Sitting up, he stared at the source of his pain. He reached down, snared Vic’s foot and yanked off her shoe. His rough handling woke her with ready complaints.

“I need my feet, damn you,” she grumbled, still senseless with sleep. “Go torture my little brother instead.”

He chuckled. She must have dreamt about the pirate they’d barely escaped.

A second rap on the door caused him to abandon Vic and stepped out of the room in his rumpled clothes.

Tubs stood in the hallway. “Sorry to wake you, but Ben just got a message that Stone wants to see you at once.” He handed over the note.

Xavier opened it.

I wish to speak to you. ALONE!

With a heavy sigh, he put the note in his vest. Returning to his bed room, he retrieved his shoes and socks and carried them to the kitchen where Tubs was putting on hot water. “Don’t tell Vic where I’ve gone.”

Xavier could see the worry on the giant’s face. He patted the giant’s massive arm. “You’ve no reason to worry about Stone. You pulled his hide out of the fire once again. You should be his favorite fellow in the world right now.”

Tubs grimaced and shook his head.

Unfortunately, the fellow was probably right. He’d humiliated Stone far too many times. “You’ve no need to worry. I will protect you from the Chief Inspector and the First Minister if need be.”

Finally, the giant relaxed and even managed a faint smile.

Chapter 23

After giving Ben strict orders not to tell Vic where he was going, Xavier arrived alone at Scotland Yard. The moment he entered and closed Stone’s door, he spoke. “I gather, since you expressly excluded me from bringing Vic, he is yet to be forgiven for his harsh words towards you.”

Stone sighed heavily. “While I did not appreciate his attitude, he did lead us to the gold, and put his life in danger doing so, so it would be petty of me to hold a grudge.”

“Then why—”

“I wished to relay information I discovered, but which cannot be shared with anyone else.”

Xavier scowled. He had promised Vic there would be no more secrets between them.

“During my interrogation of Dr. Janet, he admitted falling in love with twin sisters. Evidently, one died last year while in England. How, Antoinette would not say. However her sister’s death frightened the woman greatly, and she insisted she had to go into hiding. She gave him a gold ring with words of love engraved inside so he would not forget her and then she disappeared. He had not seen her again until she appeared at the Savoy.”

“And did he admit to teaching her mesmerism?”

Stone smiled. “While he says he practiced his skills on one of the ladies, he insists he never taught them his art. However, upon further questioning, he admitted the other young woman remained in the room while he put her sister into a trance.”

And no doubt learned the skill by observation. “And did you ask where one of them might have learned the tricks of a magician?”

“He insisted neither had such skills. They were simply passionate young women who adored him.”

Xavier scowled. “The man was no doubt mesmerized.”

Stone nodded. “I think it possible. I also questioned the magician Herrmann. He insisted no one in his family was a spy for any country.”

Xavier frowned. “You discussed spies—”

Stone’s eyes rounded. “I told him nothing. I merely asked if he had a female in his family, in her early thirties who went missing in May of 93. He raised the topic of spying by declaring his family members were not spies.”

“Most odd. Did he admit to having twin sisters?”

“He adamantly denied having any female relative in her thirties, among any of his family.”

Xavier might need to interview the fellow himself. “That sounds most unlikely given the extensive family. According to David there are a great deal of magicians named Herrmann, all related. Surely, the mothers didn’t sire all males.”

“I thought the same. So I went to the trouble of getting birth records from a French resource we have and in 1863 twin females were born to a cousin of the gentleman I questioned. That would make them 31 now, if they still lived. The agent made some gentle inquiries and learned the ladies had grown up being magician assistants, but something happened ten years ago and their family disowned them. Ever since their parents have adamantly pretended the girls never existed.”

Xavier considered the matter. “Interesting…did the doctor state their age when he met them?”

Stone sighed. “Oddly, he could not remember how or when he met them, only that they were the loves of his life.”

Xavier finally had resolution for not just for the Mesmerist, but of an earlier situation in which a spy could make herself invisible. The case of the Scarlet Nun, until now, had never been thoroughly concluded. While Xavier had seen her go from invisible to a beautiful woman, he had never been able to find a scientist who could explain how this was possible. Unfortunately, his new conclusions worried him greatly.

The reason why no one could explain how the Scarlet Nun could make herself invisible was because she hadn’t been. In his mind, the spy had disappeared—but not in reality. Only when she died did his clarity return and he could see her body. A body much like the Mesmerist’s.

He was certain the Scarlett Nun and the Mesmerist were sisters, both trained in the arts of Magic and Mesmerism. For years they had worked as spies selling state secrets to other countries, mesmerizing British agents to assist them in their crimes, while tampering with the reality of others.

As they did with him.

Some of his fellow agents’ deaths were probably at his hands. Just as the servant only wanted to serve a cup of tea, Xavier could have murdered agents while attempting to pass them a note.

Sickened by the possibility, he left Stone, and returned to his office. He sat upon the bed and woke Vic. She sniffed once and scowled. “You’ve gone out without me.”

He nodded and told her everything he’d learned.

***

The pain in Xavier’s voice nearly broke Vic’s heart. “I may have murdered my own countrymen,” Xavier stated in a voice filled with horror and pain. “It is quite likely I’ve been under the thrall of these two women for years.” After admitting his worst fear, he turned away.

His claim stunned her.

It wasn’t possible. Vic forcibly turned his face back to her. “I think the Scarlett Nun did turn invisible. It is no stranger than some of the tricks the Mesmerist used. Who is to say they did not also visit some brilliant scientist who has discovered how to make something disappear to the human eye. These were clearly brilliant women. Why would they stop at magic and mesmerism? Why wouldn’t they tap in the new discoveries of science as well?”

Xavier’s furrowed brow indicated he didn’t believe her scenario.

So she gripped his chin and locked eyes with him. “Xavier, I saw you when you were mesmerized. You barely functioned. I am certain the first time anyone took control of your mind was when you went to the Savoy.

“Perhaps the Scarlett Nun was the better mesmerist and she got her tentacles into my brain over time.”

Vic shook her head. “No. If she had that much control over you, she would have stopped you before you shot her in the head. You have not been under either of these demons’ control in the past. As unlikely as it seems, her invisibility had to be real.”

Xavier gripped her hand and pressed it to his heart. After a long moment of silence, he spoke in a calm voice. “Thank God, they are both dead. Hopefully, they have left no students to follow their footsteps.”

Vic cringed at the thought. “These were selfish women. They wouldn’t have shared their knowledge with anyone else. Look at how they treated their family and the doctor. They saw people as their minions and didn’t care what happened to them in the fallout. The only reason why they worked so well together, was because in many ways, they were the same person, split early in birth. It was them against the world.” She wrapped her arms around him. “No, I think this danger is truly dead now. And we should think of something more pleasant.”

“Do you have anything in mind?” he asked as he caressed her face.

“In fact, I do.”

***

Once his pup lay entirely naked on the bed, Xavier’s clothes soon joined the growing pile on the floor and he covered her body with his. “Now, what were you grumbling about this morning as I left…Ah yes. Pirates and annoying little brothers.” Gripping her wrists, he pulled her hands above her head and slipped them into the wooden locks designed in their headboard.

Her eyes fluttered as a smile appeared on her beautiful lips. “I will do whatever you ask, just don’t use the knife. I’ve been bled enough.”

He paused and studied her wounds she’d incurred while wrestling the Mesmerist. They all looked better, although some would require further cleaning and new bandages. God, if he could only keep her safe from all dangers, but that had proven impossible. His pup was a virtual magnet for trouble.

A scolding teetered on the tip of his tongue about the risk she had taken jumping on the boat, but if he let it out, this moment of lovemaking would be lost. The need to drive himself deep within her won out.

Still, he intended to torture her into an insatiable hunger. After some sensual nibbling of her breasts, he moved lower, over her stomach. Noticing the slightest bow to her belly, he kissed her belly button, wondering if she might actually be with child, but had failed to mention it.

His lips covered her skin in butterfly kisses. He would dearly love having a baby with Vic, but doing so would create a myriad of complications. As his kisses trailed further down, her legs opened to him and she groaned with anticipation.

Was it possible Vic also wanted to expand their family? On more than one occasion in the last few months she had captured his hands in the headboard trap and failed to cover his manhood with a condom before mounting him.

He stroked her legs, drawing out the anticipation of pleasure. His beloved was a difficult read at times. She not only hid truths from the world and on occasion from him, but all too often, she hid them from herself.

His hands returned to her stomach and caressed the gentle bow of flesh. She very well could be doing so even now—refusing to acknowledge their baby growing inside her.

Xavier smiled at the thought. At least one of them needed to be prepared for the possibility and it looked like the task would fall to him. This was not something he could solve now, but later, he would devise a plan that allowed for a new addition to their unorthodox life. Just in case.

The End

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Other books by Liza O’Connor

HISTORICAL

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Humorous, Late Victorian Sleuth Series

The Troublesome Apprentice

The Missing Partner

A Right to Love (a romantic spinoff)

The Mesmerist

Well Kept Secrets

Pack of Trouble

The Darkest Days

SINGLE HISTORICAL NOVELS

Untamed & Unabashed

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CONTEMPORARY

A Long Road to Love Series

Humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance

Worst Week Ever

Oh Stupid Heart

Coming to Reason

Climbing Out of Hell

The Hardest Love

CONTEMPORARY SUSPENSE

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A Fortune to Die For

Unexpected Love  —  Coming Soon

Dance or Die  —  Coming Soon

Requires Rescue Series

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Standalone books with a special twist

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Saving Casey

Saving Molly – Coming Soon

SINGLE CONTEMPORARY BOOKS

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SCIENCE FICTION

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Surviving Terranue

Surviving Sojourn

Artificial Intelligence Series

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Public Secrets

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