Page 100 of My Gentleman Spy
The carriage was headed toward Bedford Square where Harry Menzies’ family owned a fine newmansion.
Caroline huffed. “Mr. Menzies has invited a few of his business connections, how terribly boring. Harry has his hunting pals, so I expect we won’t see Francis all evening. I was hoping cousin Lucy and her new husband Avery were going to attend, but they have cried off. So that leaves a few stray folks such as you and I to mingle together for the duration. Such a pity Hattie could not come tonight. After last night, I am keen to talk to her about the work she does with the poor. She seems so noble aboutit.”
The low whistle in Will’s ear began to rapidly escalate to a loud ring. He found it hard to hear anything else. A sense of utter dread filled him as he realized that his senses were screaming for hisattention.
“Would you mind, if we turned the carriage around and it took me back home? I don’t think I am going to be very good company this evening,” he said. He knocked on the roof of the carriage, and the coachman slowed thehorses.
An increasingly uneasy Will, was about to suggest that he get out and find his own way home, when Caroline suddenly screamed. A riding crop was smashed violently against the side window nearest toher.
“What the devil!” exclaimedFrancis.
“Halt! Halt I say!” a voice cried out in thestreet.
Will leapt to the other side of the carriage and pulled down the window. He put his head out, only to be met with the terrible sight of a frantic Edgar Wright riding at full tilt alongside thecarriage.
“Pull the bloody carriage over! Stop!” Edgarbellowed.
Francis and Will both banged furiously on the front wall of the carriage, signaling the driver tostop.
As soon as the carriage came to a halt, Will jumpedout.
“Wait here Francis and keep Caroline safe,” hesaid.
Edgar reined in his horse. At that point Will got a glimpse of a figure tucked up behind Edger on the back of the horse. A figure whose face was a mask offear.
“Joshua?”
