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he realized the pertinence of the question. "I don't know. Either of them, I suppose - or even both. Poor creatures." He looked at her anxiously. "What do you propose to do? I cannot see anything to be done, but you seem to have something in mind."

She flashed him a quick, uncertain smile."I am not sure." She closed the book he had been reading and put it on the table next to him. "I can at least do my best to find her the very best lawyer - which she will be able to afford." She tucked his shoes neatly under the chaise.

"Will her family not do that anyway?" he asked. "Oh, for heaven's sake sit down, woman! How can anyone concentrate their thoughts when you keep moving around and fussing?"

She stopped abruptly and turned to look at him.

With unusual perception he frowned at her. "You do not need to be endlessly doing something in order to justify your position. If you humor me, that will be quite sufficient. Now I require you to stand still and answer me sensibly - if you please.,"

"Her family would like her put away with as little fuss as possible," she replied, standing in front of him with her hands folded. "It will cause the least scandal that may be achieved after a murder."

"I imagine they would have blamed someone else if they could," he said thoughtfully."But she has rather spoiled that by confessing. But I still do not see what you can do, my dear."

"I know a lawyer who can do the miraculous with causes which seem beyond hope."

"Indeed?" He was dubious, sitting upright and looking a little uncomfortable. "And you believe he will take this case?"

"I don't know - but I shall ask him and do my best." She stopped, a slight flush in her face. "That is - if you will permit me the time in which to see him?"

"Of course I will. But ..." He looked vaguely self-conscious. "I would be obliged if you would allow me to know how it proceeds."

She smiled dazzlingly at him.

"Naturally. We shall be in it together."

"Indeed," he said with surprise and increasing satisfaction. "Indeed we shall."

* * * * *

Accordingly, she had no difficulty in being permitted to leave her duties once more the following day and take a hansom cab to the legal offices of Mr. Oliver Rathbone, whose acquaintance she had made at the conclusion of the Grey murder, and then resumed during the Moidore case a few months later. She had sent a letter by hand (or to be more accurate, Major Tiplady had, since he had paid the messenger), requesting that Mr. Rathbone see her on a most urgent matter, and had received an answer by return that he would be in his chambers at eleven o'clock the following day, and would see her at that hour if she wished.

Now at quarter to eleven she was traveling inside the cab with her heart racing and every jolt in the road making her gasp, trying to swallow down the nervousness rising inside her. It really was the most appalling liberty she was taking, not only on behalf of Alexandra Carlyon, whom she had never met, and who presumably had not even heard of her, but also towards Oliver Rathbone. Their relationship had been an odd one, professional in that she had twice been a witness in cases he had defended. William Monk had investigated the second one after the police force officially closed it. In both cases they had drawn Oliver Rathbone in before the conclusion.

At times the understanding between Rathbone and herself had seemed very deep, a collaboration in a cause in which they both fiercely believed. At others it had been more awkward, aware that they were a man and a woman engaged in pursuits quite outside any rules society had laid down for behavior, not lawyer and client, not employer and employee, not social friends or equals, and most certainly not a man courting a woman.

And yet their friendship was of a deeper sort than those she had shared with other men, even army surgeons in the field during the long nights in Scutari, except perhaps with Monk in the moments between their quarrels. And also there had been that one extraordinary, startling and sweet kiss, which she could still recall with a shiver of both pleasure and loneliness.

The cab was stopping and starting in the heavy traffic along High Holborn - hansoms, drays, every kind of carriage.

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