good reason. Wait, no, he doesnât, not if he doesnât know what Miss Hamilton knows and hasnât told him.â
âYouâre all forgetting Marley,â Darby reminded them, knowing they wouldnât let him alone until theyâd dragged everything he knew out of him. âShe, unlike her aunt, is happy to talk about most anything, according to my housekeeper at the cottage. It would seem that poor John was barely in the ground before Sadie came to her niece in the middle of the night, rousing her, dressing her and leading her off into the dark, dragging their only piece of luggage with them a good distance from the village, to a posting inn.â
âEscaping Johnâs creditors?â
âNo, Rigby,â Gabe pointed out. âFemale relatives arenât tossed into the Fleet for a maleâs debts.â
Darby chanced a quick look to the ladies, who were still deep in conversation, although he doubted Sadie was getting a word in sideways.
âAccording to Sadie, Johnâs surgery, complete with living quarters, is owned by the village, and she and Marley had to leave in order for the council or whomever to install another doctor. That explains why she brought the child to me, but nothing explains a moonlight flit.â
âDid you ask?â
âNo, Coop, I havenât as yet had the opportunity. My well-meaning friends keep interrupting me whenever I think I have a moment to broach the subject.â
âSorry,â Rigby mumbled. âDo you think she took the silver with her? Being penniless and all. She was penniless, wasnât she? I would think so.â
âI doubt John owned much silver or anything else of value. What I believe, gentlemen, is that Sadie wasnât so much running to me as she was running from someone else. With Marley somehow smack in the middle of it. I feel certain every step Sadie has taken revolves around my new ward.â
âThe childâs gotten to you, hasnât she?â Gabe patted Darby on the shoulder. âYouâve never really spoken about it, but we all know you were orphaned while still quite young.â
After which I was also whisked from the only home Iâd known and plunked down among strangers, if that is also something to consider...
âSadie said something the day we first met, something I donât think she wanted to say. She wants Marley to be safe . When I pressed her, she gave a reasonable answer, but I didnât believe her then and I donât believe her now.â
âSafe? Heâs right, nobody could be safer than to be under our friendâs protection,â Rigby declared. âLook at him. There are times even I wonder at how dangerous he could be. Probably the eye patch, donât you think?â
âThank you, RigbyâI think. So, at the end of the day, and to hopefully put an end to this discussion, what I believe is that a marriage between us would be a comfort to Marley, who clearly is terrified that more people will leave her, and protection for both of them, whatever that may entail. In other words, my friends, I am being noble. Except, of course, for the part where I admitted to the fact that Sadie is definitely a beautiful, even desirable woman. I donât have the makings of a martyr.â
âSince you didnât ask for our advice before you embarked on this course, I suppose we would only be wasting our breath now.â
âBless your practical mind, Coop. I can always count on you to think with a clear head.â
âBut not me?â Gabe asked, grinning. âWhat have I ever done that would make you doubt my sensibilities, if not my intelligence?â
Darby believed his friends, although clearly not happy, had satisfied most of their curiosity. âDo we really have to discuss the birds again?â
âNo, I suppose not. Rigby, are you insulted?â
Their friend shook his head. âSince the only opinions I have