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“I’m teasing. You’re lovely. In all honesty I could not breathe when—”

“Mr. Everly.” She slid her gaze toward Laughlin who was studying them unabashedly.

“Miss Kingsley.” Bakeley came around the desk and blocked the other men’s view. “Charley told me your happy news. You have my sincere welcome and wishes for happiness,” he said, too quietly for the other men to hear.

Sirena looked from Charley to Gracie and her face lit. “I knew it,” she whispered.

“Sir Henry is a magistrate investigating your, er, disappearance,” he said loudly enough for the servant in the hall to hear. “He’s brought a piece of evidence. Will you have a look at it?”

“Evidence?” Gracie’s voice cracked.

“Perhaps it’s moot now,” Laughlin said. “Since you are now found, Miss Kingsley.”

Her face contorted. “Can you arrest Lord Kingsley, Sir Henry?”

Laughlin’s face softened. “Not for murder, it would seem, and thankfully. I am glad to find you alive and looking well.”

Gracie pressed a hand to her throat. “I suppose the Kingsleys are untouchable, as great lords are.”

“Not untouchable, my dear,” Lord Bakeley said. “But sometimes, justice comes outside the law.”