The Passionate Friends. Meg Alexander

followed.” Sebastian gazed at the ceiling. “I agree that his disappearance is a little strange, especially at this time, but we must take great care not to alarm him.”

      “Why so?” Dan was unconvinced.

      “Must I explain to you young hot-heads? If the man’s dealings are above-board we shall be guilty of unwarranted interference in his affairs.”

      “And if not?”

      Sebastian hesitated, considering his words with care. “Our quarry may take fright and disappear.”

      “Good riddance!” Dan insisted warmly. “So much the better for Judith!”

      “No, Dan, think! If he is the villain you believe him to be, will he give up the chance to get his hands upon a fortune?”

      Dan paled. “You mean…you mean that we may be putting Judith in great danger?”

      “That is possible. Girls have been seized before and forced into marriage with unscrupulous men. Once wed, and with the money in his hands, he would leave no trace behind him.”

      Perry sprang from his seat and began to pace the room. “We can’t have that!”

      “Agreed!” His brother’s face was calm. “You both see now that we must proceed with caution?” Sebastian leaned back in his chair, satisfied that he had made his point.

      Still doubtful, he’d have been concerned to learn that he had hit upon the truth.

      The threat of blackmail had caused the Reverend Truscott to spend a sleepless night. Then, as his initial panic subsided he began to pull himself together. Still unaware that he was being followed, he paid a second visit to “The Rookery”, carrying with him the contents of the collection box. This was irritating. Such funds had previously found their way into his private account, but no matter. He had begun to lay his plans.

      As he had expected, the money was regarded simply as a down payment. His mother and her friends intended to bleed him white. He permitted himself a grim smile. They did not know him.

      With a promise of a further payment before the week was out he explained that he was called away on parish work for the next day or two. He didn’t intend to waste this brief respite. Judith must be satisfied with a note explaining his absence. He had other matters to attend.

      His next journey took him into the pauper colony of Seven Dials. His destination was a brick-built dwelling, apparently no better than any of the others. He let himself in with his own key, and looked about him with a grunt of satisfaction. This was one in the eye for his high-principled parishioners. He’d lavished money on the place, delighted to be putting it to better use than throwing it away on a bunch of ragged urchins.

      The place was empty, and his face grew dark with rage. Where the devil was the wench? She was supposed to be here when he wanted her.

      When he heard her footstep on the stair he waited behind the door, seizing her from behind as she entered the room. Twisting his fingers in her hair he dragged her round to face him, smiling as she whimpered with pain.

      “You’re hurting me!” she cried.

      “I’ll hurt you even more, you slut, if you don’t obey my orders. Didn’t I say that you weren’t to leave the house? Been playing me false, have you?” He tightened his grip, forcing her to her knees.

      “I wunna do that.” Her eyes were watering with agony. “I went out for bread…” She pointed to her basket. “I weren’t expecting you. You didn’t let me know.”

      “I’m not likely to do that,” he said softly. “Will I give you the chance to get up to some trick?” He dragged her to her feet.

      The sight of her pain had roused him. With one swift movement he ripped her gown from neck to hem, flung her on the bed, and threw himself upon her like an animal.

      It was growing dark before he was fully satiated. With a growl he kicked her away from him.

      “Fetch your brothers!” he ordered. “I have work for them.”