Seven Stones to Stand or Fall (Outlander)(155)

“What kind of gun?” said Mick O’Higgins with interest, appearing out of a nearby doorway.

“Never mind,” she said. “We’re going to a milliner’s.”

“Oh, a milliner’s, is it?” He bowed and offered her his arm. “Nay bother, then. Sure, the bird’ll be dead before they put it on your hat.”



A week later…

HER APPOINTMENT BOOK was a pleasure to look at, a glory to hold. Made in Florence, the leather cover was the color of rich chocolate, with a pressed gilt design of looping vines and a glorious, explosive-looking flower in the center. Her father had informed her that the Chinese called it “Chu” and that it was a symbol of happiness. He’d given her the book for her seventeenth birthday.

He’d given her another one, too, before she left Paris: a rough-cut notebook such as an artist might use for sketching notes—and sketches were just what decorated its pages, made by her own hand. And coded into the sketches were the appointments made for those clients whose names were never spoken aloud.

The first few pages were decoys; the first aide-memoire was on the fifth page (the appointment being for the fifth of the month): a sketch of trees overhanging a path, with the legend Vauxhall Gardens underneath. There were footprints on the path, leading the way into the shadows—three of them clearly marked, and half of another. Half-three in Vauxhall Gardens, on the third of June. On the facing page, a sketch of a wrapped parcel, like a birthday present. To be received…

That was for tomorrow. She set the sketchbook aside and picked up the chuppointment book, where the less-private clients were listed—those merely wanting to buy or sell books. Eight ticked off since her arrival in London; she’d been very efficient.

She rubbed a thumb gently over the exuberant bloom on the cover. She’d never seen a real chu flower. Perhaps she might come across a botanist in London who would have such a plant; she’d love to know what they smelled like.

At the back of the appointment book, between the creamy blank pages and the soft leather cover, was the letter. She had written and rewritten it several times. Wanting to be sure, but knowing there could be no surety in this.

In the morning, she’d give it to one of the O’Higginses. She’d known them long enough now to be sure they’d carry out her errands without question—well, without a lot of questions. She sent a good many notes and letters in the course of business; there was no reason why this one should seem at all odd.

Mrs. Simpson, Parson’s Green, Peterborough Road

Her fingers were damp; she put the letter back before the ink of the direction should smear and closed the book upon it.





From the Chu Diary


Monday, June 1


11:00—Mr. H. R. Wallace, to view Philologus Hebraeus (Johannes Leusden). Offer also Histoire de la Guerre des Juifs Contre les Romains (Joseph Flavius) and De Sacrificiis Libri Duo Quorum Altero Explicantur Omnia Jud?orum, Nonnulla Gentium Profanarum Sacrificia (William Owtram)

1:00—Misses Emma and Pauline Jones, to discuss catalog of late father’s library. In Swansea(!) How blood helly will I get those shipped?

2:00—fitting at Myers, peach silk suit

4:00—Lady Buford, tea here, then Mrs. Montague’s salon

8:00—Drury Lane Theatre, Mahomet the Imposter





Tuesday, June 2


9:00—bath

10:00—hairdresser

1:00—Lady Buford, for Viscountess Baldo’s luncheon

5:00—the Hon. Horace Walpole, to view Italian titles (arrange tea)





Wednesday, June 3


10:00—boating on Thames with Sir George Vance, Kt., luncheon

3:30—Deer Park

7:00—Mrs. Annabelle Wrigley’s rout

Note: Sir George young but boring; told L. Buford to cross him off. Met a promising gentleman named Hanksleigh at rout, knowledgeable about finance; seeing him for tea next week.

Note: Vauxhall Gardens charming (visit again next week)





Thursday, June 4


9:00—bath

10:00—body groomer (ouch)

11:00—hairdresser

1:00—measurements, Madame Alexander’s, eau-de-nil ball gown

3:00—promenade in Hyde Park with Sir Robert Abdy, Bt.

8:00—supper party, Lady Wilford

Note: Lady Wilford’s party well supplied. Two engagements for next week, and a promising conversation with the Marquess of Tewksbury about hocus-pocus in House of Lords.

Note: Also met Duke of Beaufort at supper, chatted briefly over asparagus mayonnaise. Asked me to ride with him in Rotten Row next Tuesday. Declined on grounds that I have no horse, only to have him offer me one. Accepted. How hard can it be?





Friday, June 5


11:00—Baron Edgerly, to view French titles, elephant folio atlas

1:30—Visit Mr. Smethurst, bookseller in Piccadilly, worm list of clients out of him if poss.

4:30—Lady Buford, tea with Mrs. Randolph and her two daughters

Note: supper alone, thank God. Don’t want to hear one more word spoken. Randolph girls complete emmerdeuses.

Note: reply from Mrs. Simpson. Monday, two o’clock.





Saturday, June 6