returned the smile, her face blushing. He thought once again of Botticelli’s Venus.
Reid snapped his fingers, remembering something he had intended to do that day. Now was as good a time as any since Miss Norton would have little chance to do any more work that day. Her discovery made up for any lost time, however, and he could easily continue where she’d left off and gain a few hours’ progress.
“Before you head out, I have something for you.”
Her brows rose. “Something for me?”
He went to his portfolio and pulled out an envelope. “Your first fortnight’s wages.”
Her wide eyes grew rounder. “Wages?”
“Yes, I realize we never went over them. I thought what I usually pay a part-time assistant would be satisfactory.”
Since she didn’t reach out her hand to take the envelope, he held it out to her.
She took a step back. “Oh, Mr. Gallagher, I think you misunderstood. I never expected wages.”
He laid the envelope beside the notebook. “I think it’s you who misunderstood. I never would have requested your help in any capacity but a straightforward business transaction.”
She moistened her lips, deepening their rosy hue, and turned her face away from the table. “Of course, I understand that, but I never expected you to pay me in addition to what I’m earning from Lady Haversham. I—I feel d-dishonest collecting what amounts to two salaries at the same time.”
“No need to. They are wholly separate services you’re rendering. I made it clear to my aunt I needed an assistant and you’ve proved an able one. She agreed to share your services.” Before she could protest further, he ended the discussion. “I don’t expect to argue about this. It’s a paltry enough sum and you deserve every penny. Much of this work is tedious but it’s got to be done, and my time is limited. If you don’t accept it, I’ll have to find another who will.” He folded his arms across his chest.
Still she hesitated. Finally, she picked up the envelope and held it by the corners. “Very well. I shall only accept it on behalf of my brothers’ work in the mission field.” There was something, while not defiant, yet firm, in her quiet words.
He shrugged, rocking back on his heels. “You can do whatever you please with the funds. They’re yours.”
She bowed her head. “Thank you.” Without another word, she left the library.
After she’d gone, Reid sat at her place and continued with the notebook she’d worked on, glad that he’d hired Miss Norton. Aside from the interruptions, she was a most helpful assistant—quick to learn, interested in the subject matter, quiet and steadfast in her work habits. He couldn’t think of a better work partner. He remembered her pleasure when he’d complimented her on her discovery. Her tawny eyes had lit up, color suffusing her cheeks, and her rosy lips had widened into a generous smile.
Reid shook aside the image. He had no business noticing Miss Norton’s attributes other than those directly related to the work involved. He turned his attention back to his uncle’s notes.
Little by little he matched more objects with those described in the journal. Several times, Reid stood and went to another part of the room, thinking he’d seen an object like the one described by his uncle. Little by little, piece by piece, he began to amass a picture of an excavation site. The thought flitted again through his mind of what an able assistant Miss Norton was.
Maddie paused at the top of the stairs, her hand on the newel. After a trying afternoon of waiting on Lady Haversham, the evening was finally her own. It mattered little that it was almost nine o’clock. She was grateful for at least one hour of peace and quiet before retiring.
She gazed down the length of the grand staircase, feeling the pull of the library. She could hardly wait until tomorrow to take up the thread she’d discovered in the late Sir George’s notebook. She loved finding herself in the world of adventure Mr. Gallagher had opened up to her.
She debated a second longer. She didn’t like going into the library outside of the daylight hours, feeling like an intruder, but her curiosity was too strong. Finally, she took a step down. Just another peek at the notebook, she decided, to reread the entry she’d stopped at.
As she approached the door, she perceived a crack of light under it through the gloom of the corridor. She turned the knob slowly, but as the door opened, she breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Mr. Gallagher.
Then she frowned. Had he been here all afternoon and evening…and everyone unaware of it? She cleared her throat softly. He looked up immediately. “Oh, you’re back, Miss Norton.”
“I didn’t know you were still here. Or did you leave and return?”
Only then did he seem aware that night had fallen. He glanced at the darkened windows before rising. With a loud yawn, he took a leisurely stretch, making Maddie aware of the lean, taut length of him. She shifted her gaze to his rugged face. “No, I’ve been here all afternoon. I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.”
She gave a surprised laugh. “It’s past nine o’clock.”
“Is it?” He didn’t seem unduly concerned. “Come, look what your discovery has led to.”
She hurried to his side. Her wonder grew as he showed her all the artifacts that he’d labeled in the time she’d left him. He’d even pinpointed the area on a map tacked up to the wall.
“I was able to locate pieces from two other cartons of artifacts.” He stood, rubbing the back of his neck. “Your careful observation this afternoon certainly helped me put a dent in this project.”
She warmed at the brief words of praise then sobered, remembering the generous sum of money he’d paid her that very afternoon. “I’m sorry I had to leave so abruptly. I wasn’t much help to you. My goodness, this represents hours of work.” She shook her head at the array of meticulously labeled objects ranging from broken bits of pottery to carved masks.
“Don’t worry about it.” His low voice soothed her. “I’m just grateful you noticed the connection. It took some astute observation.”
She said nothing. Suddenly she frowned. “Have you eaten? Did you ring for the maid for any refreshment?”
He shook his head, looking a bit sheepish. “To tell you the truth, I cleanly forgot all about the time of day—or night,” he added with another glance at the dark windowpanes visible through the long, parted velvet drapes. “I could use something now. With your permission, I’ll rummage through my aunt’s pantry.” A sly grin tugged at his lips. “I used to sneak down in the middle of the night as a boy. Let’s see if I can remember where everything is.”
“Come along,” she said with a laugh. “You don’t have to do any sneaking. I’m sure Lady Haversham would be upset if she knew you’d sat here so many hours without having something sent up.” As they extinguished the lamp and exited the library, she said, “What were you doing up at midnight in those days?”
“Oh, I’d get to reading some adventure story and wouldn’t be able to put it down even after I’d been told to put out my light. By the time I’d finished the book, I’d be famished.”
She smiled in understanding. “That reminds me of how I felt this afternoon when I had to leave off reading your uncle’s notebook, as if a good story had been snatched out of my hands at the most exciting spot.”
He chuckled. “I would have left it for you, but I felt the same, like I had to pursue that lead. My own trail had grown frustratingly cold and I wasn’t making any headway.”
She pushed open the kitchen door. “Well, I’m glad I gave you some kind of start today.” She turned up the gas lamps and headed toward the pantry. “What would you like? There’s some cold roast from dinner.”
“Nothing