her cheeks and eyelashes, she spent a moment admiring the change that fresh snow always brought to the city. Then, shivering, she scooped up her packages and ran up the tiled front steps of the building that housed her flat. She fumbled in her handbag for her keys, but before she could fi nd them the door was swung open by her maid, who drew her inside hastily.
Caroline Shepherd had been with Lady Helen for the past three years, and although she was five years younger than her employer, she was passionately devoted to Lady Helen's every interest, so she minced no words when the cold night air caught at her cloud of black hair as she slammed the door home. "Thank God! I've been that worried about you. Do you know it's gone seven and Lord Asherton's been ringing again and again and again this past hour? And Mr. St. James as well. And that lady sergeant from Scotland Yard. And Mr. Davies-Jones has been here these last forty minutes waiting for you in the drawing room."
Lady Helen dimly heard it all but acknowledged only the last. She handed her packages over to the younger woman as they hurried up the stairs. "Lord, am I really as late as that? Rhys must wonder what's become of me. And it's your evening off, isn't it? I am sorry, Caroline. Have I made you dreadfully late? Are you seeing Denton tonight? Will he forgive me?"
Caroline smiled. "He'll see his way to that if I encourage him proper. I'll just pop these in your room and be on my way."
Lady Helen and Caroline occupied the largest flat in the building, seven rooms on the fi rst floor with a large drawing room that overlooked the square below. Here, the curtains were undrawn, and Rhys Davies-Jones stood at the French doors that spilled light onto a small balcony crusted with snow. He turned when Lady Helen entered.
"They've had Stinhurst at Scotland Yard for most of the day," he said, his brow furrowed.
She hesitated at the door. "Yes. I know."
"Do they actually think...I can't believe that, Helen. I've known Stuart for years. He couldn't have..."
She swiftly crossed the room to him. "You've known all these people for years, haven't you, Rhys? Yet one of them did kill her. One of them killed Gowan."
"But Stuart? No. I can't...Good God, why?" he asked fi ercely.
The room's lighting placed part of his body in shadow, so she could not see him distinctly, but she could hear in his voice the insistent plea for trust. And she did indeed trust him- she knew that without a doubt. But even so, she couldn't bring herself to delineate for him all the details of Stinhurst's family and background. For doing that would ultimately reveal Lynley's humiliation, all the errors in judgement he had made over the past few days, and for the sake of the long friendship she had shared with Lynley-no matter that it might well be dead between them now-she found that she could not bear to expose him to the possibility of anyone's derision, deserved or not.
"I've thought about you all day," she answered simply, laying her hand on his arm. "Tommy knows you're innocent. I've always known that. And we're here together now. What else really matters at the heart of it?"
She felt the change in his body even as she spoke. His tension dissolved. He reached for her, his face melting, warming with his lovely smile. "Oh God, nothing. Nothing at all, Helen. Only you and I." He pulled her to him, kissing her, whispering only the single word love. No matter the horrors of the past few days. They were over now. It was time for going on. He drew her away from the windows to the couch that sat in front of a low fi re at the opposite end of the room. Pulling her down next to him, he kissed her again, with more assurance, with a rising passion that kindled her own. After a long while, he lifted his head and ran his fingers in a feather-like touch along the line of her jaw and across her neck.
"This is madness, Helen. I've come to take you to dinner and I find that all I can manage to think about is taking you to bed. At once, I'm rather ashamed to admit. We'd best be off before I lose interest in dinner altogether."
She lifted a hand to his cheek, smiling fondly when