grandfather and he is bent on revenge.’
‘Then the arrest of the Comte is not political,’ Jay said thoughtfully. ‘It is a vendetta. Have you any idea how it started, Grandfather?’
‘No. I knew Gervais’s father, but not his grandfather. He had died before I came to France. I do know that his grandfather had purchased the estate and the title. You can—or could—do that sort of thing in France. Perhaps the people resented that, though why Canard would be bothered about it, I do not know.’
The servant returned to say that Sam’s bath was ready and that Mademoiselle Giradet had arrived.
All three rose as Lisette entered the room followed by Hortense. They bowed. Sam muttered, ‘Excusez-moi, mademoiselle,’ and hurried from the room.
‘Lisette, please sit down,’ Sir John said, indicating a sofa. ‘Would you like some wine? Or coffee, perhaps?’
‘You have coffee?’ she asked in surprise, knowing the import of coffee and other luxuries from abroad had been banned.
‘Jay brought it with him from England.’
‘Then I would like a dish of coffee, please.’ She sat down and Hortense found a chair by the window where she could look out on to the garden.
Jay studied Lisette while Sir John summoned the servant to order the beverage. The plain clothes she wore were far from chic, but she wore them with a certain elegance which could not disguise her aristocratic bearing. And today she seemed to glow with an inner fire. When he had left her the previous evening, she had been tired and dejected, but now there was a tautness about her, like a coiled spring ready to fly off. Something had happened to bring that about.
‘What can I do for you?’ Sir John asked her. ‘I am afraid we have no more news.’
‘But I have news for you,’ she said. ‘Henri Canard is back and my father is to be taken to Paris early tomorrow morning under armed escort.’
‘Tomorrow!’ Sir John echoed, indicating to his servant to put the coffee pot and dishes down on a table and leave them. ‘We do not have much time.’
‘How did you learn this?’ Jay asked, as Sir John poured the coffee, which, for those who had been deprived of it, smelled delicious. ‘It could be idle rumour.’
‘It is not. I learned it from Henri Canard himself not half an hour since.’ She paused to drink coffee, making Jay think she was deliberately trying his patience. ‘I was in town when he returned and decided I had nothing to lose by asking him once again if he would have my father released, and in the course of the conversation he told me it was out of his hands and Papa was being sent to Paris tomorrow. He waved the papers in my face when he said it.’
Jay was filled with a mixture of annoyance and admiration. For the moment the annoyance won. ‘You could have ruined everything,’ he said. ‘You could have put him on his guard.’
‘I am sure I did not,’ she retorted. ‘He laughed in my face, knowing how helpless I am. Hortense will vouch for that, won’t you, Hortense?’
‘Yes, to be sure, he was triumphant, the evil man.’
‘Then we do not have a moment to lose,’ Jay said, determined not to bend. ‘I asked you to pack, mademoiselle, and have the carriage ready. I suggest you go home and do that.’
‘I have packed two portmanteaux and they are already in the boot of the carriage and my jewels hidden in the cushions and I have been to the bank and drawn out all my money in gold coin. Monsieur Gascon would not let me have Papa’s money without authorisation from him.’
‘Good God, woman!’ Jay exclaimed, really angry now. He wished she was a man; a man he could command, could punish if he was disobeyed, but a woman was another matter entirely. She was as headstrong as Marianne had been and probably as devious. ‘Is there no end to your foolishness? Now half the town will know there is something afoot to rescue the Comte. It will make the task doubly difficult, even impossible.’
She had to defend herself. ‘Why should anyone know? The bank manager will say nothing, he dare not. What he did was illegal. He is supposed to use all gold coin for the benefit of the state.’
‘Jay, calm yourself,’ Sir John said. ‘We are in possession of information we did not have before, let us be thankful for that and make our plans accordingly.’
Sam entered the room dressed in a brown-frieze coat and breeches, his newly washed hair springing into dark curls. Jay turned to him, laughing. ‘You look halfway decent now, my friend. Sit down while I tell you the latest news.’ To Lisette he said, ‘Mademoiselle, I am sorry if I spoke harshly. You have done well. Go home now and bring your carriage here after dark tonight. We shall need two vehicles to carry out our plans, one to convey you, your maid and Sir John directly to the Lady Amy as soon as it is light enough to see, the other to bring me, Mr Roker and the Comte. Sam, you will go and make sure Lieutenant Sandford knows he has to have the ship’s boat on the shore ready to push off the minute mademoiselle and Sir John arrive, then it is to come back for us. If we do not arrive within two hours, he is not to wait, but sail for England.’
‘Without you and Papa?’ Lisette queried, as Sam hurried off on his errand.
‘Yes. If a bid to free your father fails, you will certainly not be safe in France.’
‘But I cannot, will not, leave without him.’
‘Lisette, Jay will bring him to you,’ Sir John said. ‘Please do not make difficulties.’
‘You cannot be sure of that.’
‘Nothing is sure,’ Jay told her. ‘But rest assured, if we do not come, then the chances are we have perished in the attempt.’ He smiled to reassure her. ‘And believe me, I have no plans to depart this life just yet.’
‘What are you going to do?’ she asked in a quiet voice.
‘Free your father. When and how, I shall decide when Sam has returned from his errand.’
‘I will have beds made up for you and your maid,’ Sir John said. ‘At least you will be able to have a few hours’ rest before your journey.’
She finished her coffee and took her leave. Everything was in the hands of the Englishman now and she was not at all sure how she felt about that. She supposed his coolness was an asset in a sticky situation, but she wished he would show just a little warmth. At this moment, she would have given anything for a hug, someone’s arms about her to make her feel loved and safe. Good heavens! Whatever was she thinking of?
Jay watched her go. He could not help feeling sorry for her. She must be worried to death and it had been unkind of him to be so brusque with her when all she wanted to do was help. He sincerely hoped that the visit to Henri Canard was the last of such efforts and that she would do exactly as he told her from now on.
He turned to his grandfather. ‘You will look after her and make sure she does nothing foolish, won’t you? Watching out for her at the same time as trying to deal with her father and the guards is more than I wish to contemplate.’
‘Of course I will. She is like a granddaughter to me and if anything should happen to her father, I will be all she has.’
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