as possible to your destination.â
She worried her full lower lip for a moment. âThatâs a good idea. Thank you.â
âYouâre welcome. Iâll bid you a good night.â Harry started back toward the stairs, heaved a sigh, then went to talk to the innkeeper. Once he was satisfied arrangements were in place to protect the ladies, he found his own bed. With any luck, Miss Spencer-Jones would be traveling in a different direction from him, and he wouldnât see her again. The last thing he needed was her distracting him.
November 8th, evening, London
Florian sat at the corner table of a seedy tavern in Spittlefield. He pretended not to notice as Georges entered and raised a brow as he surveyed the room. If Georges saw the small dark-haired man seated with his back to Florianâs table, he gave no indication.
Georges got a tankard from the bar and joined Florian, sitting with his back to the wall.
Once his cousin sat, Florian leaned forward, and in a low voice said, âIâve set up a meeting with the only gang that appears to be at all discreet. Iâve had a devil of a time getting an appointment with their head man.â
âAre you telling me that you do or do not have an appointment?â
âOh, no, Iâve got one for two days hence. In the middle of the damned night. Iâll have to take a room in one of the large towns nearby.â
âWhat have you told them?â Georges asked.
âThat I was a merchant looking to ship wool to France,â Florian responded. âTime enough to tell them I want to bring packages in when I meet the head of the gang.â
âGood, weâll meet when you return. Au revoir, mon ami .â Georges stood to leave.
Florian stayed where he was for a few minutes more, waiting for the small dark-haired man to follow Georges before quitting the tavern. Once Florian was outside, he strode quickly toward the more salubrious parts of Town, before slowing to a stroll.
When he turned on to St. James Street, the dark-haired man, calling himself Scully, joined him.
âDid you find where heâs living?â Florian asked.
He felt little remorse for what he was about to do. Georges had blackmailed him into helping him during the war. Afraid of being discovered, Florian had tried to give him old intelligence reports for the most part, but occasionally, he had to give Georges something new. Mostly, Florian had used the excuse that he wasnât senior enough to have new information. Until, that is, his new position was announced in the Gazette . After that, heâd been required to be much more creative. Still, it was better to give in to Georgesâs demands than to have his proclivities brought to light. Heâd lose everything.
âYup, got him nice and boxed in,â Scully replied. âA couple of me lads is watchinâ him. If he leaves, heâll be followed like a tantony pig. When do you want him done for?â
âAs soon as we can do it safely,â Florian said. âI donât want anyone caught.â
He didnât want to be caught. His father would cut him off if he found out about any of this, and Florian couldnât afford to be without family funds. Not much longer now, and heâd be free. Georges would be dead, and no one would know his secret. He continued on to Brookâs.
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Scully waited until the swell was out of sight and then glanced around to make sure no one was following him. Ducking down an alley, he came up against a large man and stopped short. âDidnât see you there, Guvânor.â
âThat was rather the point,â the man said. âWhat did you find out?â
Scully backed up a little. The man was not the friendly type. âWeâre to do away with the Frenchie as soon as itâs safe.â
The man frowned. âHmm, were you given a reason?â
Scully shrugged. âSaid the Frenchie was a spy.â
âWell,