Page 31 of The Trouble With Titles
Madeline dropped back down. “I appreciate that, but he is my closest friend. Simon has had a difficult time since his brother’s accident, but this is almost as terrible as that night. I cannot be selfish when he needs me.”
“He has not reciprocated such loyalty.”
“To be fair, I have a wonderful mother and sister who never cause any drama, while Simon …” Madeline sought the right words. “He lives in a household of idle aristocrats who suffocate him with endless bother, so we cannot say what he would do if I was in a muddle.”
Henri’s foul mood lifted in an instant when she burst out laughing. “I am not one of your clients, Maddy! Do not attempt to bury me in flattery.”
Madeline responded with an unrepentant grin. “My flattery is always sincere. It does not work otherwise. It is true you are an excellent sister to seek me out about my welfare, and I appreciate it. We might not always see eye to eye, but I know you have my best interests at heart.”
“I do, you know. This situation with Simon has been on my mind. And Uncle Reggie has not said much, but I can tell he is worried.”
“What is the news at Westminster?”
Her sister picked up her fork to toy with her eggs, a reticent expression settling over her face. To Madeline, it was like peering into a mirror, because it was the same expression she had seen while she was dressing. They might have disparate personalities, but their current concerns matched as closely as their features.
“It is not good news, I am afraid. Simon might be in hot water. What with the heirs that have been discovered in Italy, and the fact that his alibi has been disproven … he needs to find a defense, Maddy. This is not going to simply fade away.”
Madeline moistened her lips, agitated at this pronouncement. It was as she had feared. If Simon was not the brother of a baron, the coroner might have already arrested him.
“Why is Home Office holding back from announcing an investigation?”
Henri shook her head. “From what I can tell, Simon is fortunate that the new Lord Filminster was unjustly accused of the crime. They are afraid to accuse another member of the nobility without sufficient evidence after such an embarrassing error.”
“Which means that, ironically, the men accusing Simon of the crime are also the reason for the reluctance to investigate him officially?”
Her sister bobbed her head in agreement. “Home Office are loath to misstep after the coroner’s egregious mistakes in the days after the baron was killed. That is why they are allowing the duke to take the lead. From all accounts, it was what Halmesbury wants, probably because His Grace desires discretion.” She pointed at the news sheet. “Unfortunately, that report brings it to the broader public’s attention.”
Madeline stared down at the cut strawberry on her plate that she had abandoned, her stomach knotted with anxiety as she considered the peril Simon was in. It was incredible to think of him being arrested for a crime he had not committed.
She considered her options as she had done throughout the night until the first threads of dawn had stolen into her room to inform her sleep was a futile pursuit. If coming forward to testify that Simon had been with her that night was the last remaining option, she would do it. But first, there was more to learn. Lady Blackwood’s impulse to help her son had made his predicament worse. Nay, Madeline was determined to apply logic to untangling the web that ensnared Simon.
It was not dissimilar to acquiring an important new client. One collected information about them, and employed strategy to guide them into working with Bigsby’s.
“There is still time for Simon to dissuade their attentions.”
“Agreed. He needs to prepare.”
Simon watchedhis solicitor exit the front door with a heavy cloud of foreboding glowering above his head. The regal old retainer had not heard the news about the unknown heirs, but had confirmed that once their parentage was verified, he and Nicholas would fall down the list of potential heirs.
He was mildly regretful to hear the news. The past ten years had been dedicated to learning about the Blackwood estates and caring for the needs of their tenants and households. It had been a point of personal pride to be competent and take care of everyone under his sphere of influence, so it was difficult to imagine a stranger taking up the reins as he stepped out of the way.
On the other hand, it opened the door to him going into trade. Simon had always been fascinated by the world of industry, especially by Mrs. Bigsby, who had made a success of her business despite the deck being stacked against her as a woman. He, too, wanted to build something enterprising. The life of landowners and peerage was dull compared to what Eleanor Bigsby had done to construct her empire.
Simon was at a loss about what to do with the rest of his morning without direction about the murder. Their legal firm was to send a barrister to discuss the ramifications of the investigation. The solicitor, specializing in estate law, had been unwilling to proffer any advice on the accusation withoutconsulting with his colleagues, so Simon expected to receive a note later that day to inform him of the details of the meeting.
Nicholas came traipsing down the stairs while Simon was still lost in thought, his gangly form showing signs of wear from his slumped shoulders to his haggard countenance. He was aging faster than Simon was.
“Nicholas!”
His little brother flinched, glancing over the balustrade to find Simon peering up with a stern expression. God help him, he was going to force Nicholas to have a conversation this morning.
“Simon.”
“Where have you been? I have not seen you since …” Simon raked through the past few days. “Since the family met over the news about the heirs.”
“Drowning my sorrows.”
“Deuce it, Nick, must you be so melodramatic?”
