Crowned and Dangerous (A Royal Spyness Mystery) by Rhys Bowen

with their parents. Podge was telling his father a complicated story and Fig looked most uncomfortable holding baby Adelaide on her knee. Adelaide looked equally uncomfortable, but she waved her arms excitedly when she saw me. Podge rushed to me, wrapping his arms around my legs. “Auntie Georgie, you came back!” he said. “Are you going to stay a long time? Can we go to the park and feed the ducks?”
    “I think you’re all heading off for France again next week,” I said, kneeling on the rug and taking Adelaide from Fig. Addy came willingly with a smile of relief on her face.
    “You can come with us,” Podge said. “Can’t she come with us, Daddy?”
    “There isn’t enough room for me,” I said hurriedly, before one of them had to answer. “Nowhere for me to sleep.”
    “You can share my room,” he said.
    “You’ll already have Addy and Nanny in your room.” I smiled at his earnest little face. “And I have important things I have to do here in England. But you’ll have a lovely time playing on the beach.”
    “The beach is all stones,” he said bluntly.
    “I think it’s about time Nanny took you back upstairs,” Fig said. “You have crumbs all over your jumper. And Adelaide needs changing. She’ll make your skirt wet, Georgiana.”
    Nanny stepped forward instantly and whisked Adelaide away from me.
    “I want to stay and talk to Auntie Georgie,” Podge wailed, but Nanny took him firmly by the hand.
    “She’ll come up to the nursery tomorrow,” she said.
    “He is becoming very whiny,” Fig commented. “Help yourself to tea, Georgiana. Mrs. McPherson baked gingerbread today.”
    I needed no urging to try some. I was just finishing a second slice when I heard the telephone ringing in the hallway, then Hamilton’s soft Scottish voice. “Rannoch House. The butler speaking.” Then I heard him say, “I will fetch her right away, sir.”
    I was on my feet as he came into the room. “A telephone call for you, my lady,” he said.
    I tried to walk in a civilized manner, rather than sprint to the telephone. My hand was shaking as I picked up the mouthpiece. “Hello?”
    “Georgie, it’s me,” he said.
    “Darcy? I’m so glad to hear your voice. I’ve been waiting andworrying. What news? What have you found out? Is it going to be all right?”
    “Georgie, be quiet and listen to me,” Darcy said. “I’m afraid all the news is bad. It is quite obvious to me that my father is guilty. There will be an awful trial and he’ll probably be hanged.”
    “Darcy, how terrible for you,” I started to say but he interrupted me.
    “I’ve thought long and hard about this, but I’ve come to the painful conclusion that you and I should have no more to do with each other. I will not have your life blighted the way mine will be. So I’m breaking our engagement, Georgie. I will not be contacting you again, and you should not try to contact me.”
    “No!” I shouted and the word echoed up the high stairwell. “I don’t accept that. I love you, Darcy. For better or worse, remember? I’ll stick with you, no matter what.”
    His voice still sounded completely calm, as if he was talking to me about the weather. “It’s because I love you that I’m doing this. Luckily we are not already married so I don’t have to weigh up the better-or-worse aspect. I only want the better for you. I will not put you through hell and that is final. Good-bye, my darling. I wish you only happiness.”
    “No, Darcy. Don’t go. This is stupid. I love you. I won’t let you go.” I was shouting now, which a lady is not supposed to do. And crying too.
    “Good-bye, Georgie.” There was a click and the telephone line went dead.



Chapter 9
    S ATURDAY , D ECEMBER 1
    R ANNOCH H OUSE , L ONDON .
    The worst day of my whole life.
    I stood there in the cold hallway with tears trickling down my cheeks.
    “No,” I said again, to nobody this time.
    I couldn’t bear to face Binky and Fig. Binky would try to be kind and