Beware Of Virtuous Women. Kasey Michaels
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you don’t mean that.” The leather couch protested again, and Eleanor stepped back farther into the shadows as Jacko’s large frame passed in front of the open door.
She’d known Jacko since the moment he’d discovered their hiding place, his wide smile and booming laugh so frightening. Julia, Chance’s wife, had once confided that her first thought when she’d seen Jacko was that the man would smile amiably even as he cut your beating heart from your chest, and Eleanor knew Julia’s description was not an exaggeration.
But Jacko was loyal to Ainsley. Fiercely so. And if Eleanor hadn’t learned to love the man, she had learned to trust his loyalty if not always his judgment, even when the memories had begun rolling back to her….
Ainsley was speaking again. “I do mean it, Jacko. We only began this to help the people here, protect them from the Red Men Gang. A laudable reason, but no one of us suspected the enterprise to grow as it has. We’re bringing attention to ourselves, from London, and most probably from the Red Men again. Moving some wool and coming back with tea and brandy, helping these people survive. That was the plan, remember? Now we control most of the Marsh. Someone was bound to notice.”
“So you withdraw our protection, leave everyone to find their own suppliers, their own landsmen, their own distributors in London? You watch as they run up against the Red Men on their own, and then bury a few more bodies, add a few more widows and fatherless children to the Marsh. Is that what you’re saying, Cap’n?”
Eleanor held her breath. If Ainsley put a stop to the Black Ghost Gang they’d all be safe…but Jack Eastwood would never visit Becket Hall again.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying, Jacko. It’s what I’m hoping. A selfish return to our quiet existence for my sons, our men and, yes, for myself. But we all know that isn’t possible, at least not until the war is over and wool prices eventually climb again. Jack? Tell me more of your idea.”
Eleanor stepped closer, not wishing to miss a word.
“All right. As I said, someone is trying to cut off both our head and our feet—our contacts both around London and in France. After this last shipment, I have no one lined up to buy our people’s wool, and no one to sell the goods we, well, that we import.”
“You’ve been sloppy? How else would anyone know your contacts?”
Eleanor heard the hint of distaste in Jack’s tone. “No, Jacko, I don’t think I’ve been…sloppy. I think someone else has been very smart. Why confront us here on the Marsh, on the Black Ghost’s home ground, when cutting off our head and feet is so much easier than hitting at our well-protected and well-armed belly? And I think it all begins in London, not France. This hasn’t happened overnight, our sources have been shrinking for some time now. I’ve been watching, and I have some ideas, which is why I traveled to France, and why I’m here now.”
As Eleanor listened, Jack further explained his conclusions, and his plan.
No one in France had any reason to stop the flow of contraband either into or out of that country. To the French, profit was profit, and they’d deal with the Red Men, the Black Ghost, the devil himself, as long as that profit was maintained, often with much of that profit going directly into Napoleon’s war chest. If the French were nothing else, they were always eminently practical.
Which left London. More specifically, Mayfair, the very heart of the ton. Bankers and wealthy cits, industrialists, were also suspected of acting as financial backers to the smugglers, but it was common if unspoken knowledge that many an impecunious peer had staked his last monies on a smuggling run and then suddenly found his pockets deep again.
And Jack had an idea where in the ton he should look to find the people who had the most to gain if the Black Ghost Gang was rendered impotent.
“I’ve narrowed my search down to a trio of men,” he said. “Three gentlemen friends who have had happy and yet inexplicable reversals of fortune in the past few years. We all know the major profits from smuggling go to people at the very top of society.”
“People with the money to put up to buy contraband goods in order to resell them at ten times the price, yes,” Ainsley interrupted. “But these men you speak of? You said they’ve had reversals of fortune, which is not the same as having amassed a fortune the likes of which we know can be gotten. That would put them somewhere in the middle, wouldn’t it? High-placed minions, the slightly more public face of the true leaders, but still minions.”
“True, none of them certainly is another Golden Ball, but there is money there now, where there had been only debts. If we can get to them, hopefully we can get to the person or persons at the very top,” Jack said. “And I’m willing to wager that whoever that is, he’s also the brains behind the Red Men Gang. They may not be here in Romney Marsh anymore, but they’re everywhere else, like a large red stain spreading over the countryside these past years. No one makes a move without them, and if anyone dares, they’re mercilessly crushed. You, Ainsley, you and your sons and Romney Marsh? You are all that stand between the Red Men Gang and complete domination of the smuggling trade in the south of England. The Marsh is too tricky, navigation too dangerous for them to work this area without the cooperation of the local inhabitants.”
Jacko spoke up. “All very well, Eastwood, and you’ve made your point with that pretty speech. But we are here, not about to budge, and you’re only one man. Let’s hear more of this grand plan of yours.”
“I’m getting there, Jacko. You know I’ve bought a house in Portland Square, to go along very nicely with my estate in Sussex. I’m a fairly wealthy man, thanks to you, Ainsley, and you aren’t the only one who sees the merits in planning for a more…conventional future, a life after we’re done with our adventure. I think it’s time I make a rather large but concentrated splash in London society.”
“To get you close, have you noticed by this trio of men you suspect,” Ainsley said quietly. “You interest me. Go on.”
“I think my way in would be through the gambler in the group, Harris Phelps. He’s the most reckless, and the most stupid. He’s taken to wearing a scarlet waistcoat and always wagering on the red, saying it’s his lucky color.”
“Damn,” Jacko muttered. “Sounds like we’re being beaten by an idiot. That stick in your craw as much as it does mine, Cap’n?”
“On the contrary, Jacko. It’s always comforting to know you’re smarter than your enemy, as long as you don’t make the mistake of becoming overconfident. Always remember that even idiots are successful at times, if only by accident. Go on, Jack. I imagine you plan to get close with this Phelps person, and through him, with the others?”
“I intend to lose a lot of money playing at cards with Phelps, yes,” Jack said, and Eleanor bit her bottom lip, smiling at the cleverness of the idea. Lose some money, bemoan his shrinking pockets, wish for a huge turn of luck…and then appeal to his new friend for some way to increase his fortune.
“You’re that sure Phelps is your man? That you’d put your own money on the line?”
“Yes, Ainsley, I am, and I’ve already begun doing just that. I won’t always lose, either, not once I’ve firmly hooked our fish. Which, if I’m lucky, should be quickly enough to have only a two-or three-week interruption of our runs.”
“You’ve always been a dab hand with the cards, I’ll give you that.”
“You gave him a lot more than a dab of your money, Jacko, as I recall the thing,” Ainsley said, and Eleanor pretended not to hear Jacko’s low string of curses.
She remembered when they met Jack Eastwood, and how. A gambler, that was Jack, a gentleman of breeding but little fortune, living on his wits. But that had all changed the day, two years past, when he’d ridden up to Becket Hall with Billy slung facedown across his saddle after rescuing him from a pub in Appledore, where a deep-drinking Billy had the bad sense to accuse a man of cheating when he had no friends present to guard his back. Jack had stepped in, saved the sailor from a knife in the gullet, although