Beyond a Doubt(27)

Chapter Forty-Four




Cramped again on the small, rough couch, Bryce scratched at his skin. He saw shadows dancing across the walls as he twisted to find a comfortable spot.

Upset and frustrated, he rolled to the floor and stretched. He settled his arms behind his head like a cushion and looked up at the ceiling. It was an interesting dichotomy to the dark and grim colors covering the walls, with painted angels lying relaxed on soft puffy clouds.

The expressions upon the celestial faces exhibited peace and tranquility. Bryce did not feel such warm, comforting feelings. He was agitated and fearful.

Who would have imagined that the decision to escort one young lady to the Scottish border would be so fraught with peril and last so long? Memories of long green grass flowing in the afternoon sun, sheep dotting a craggy landscape, and a small cottage nestled against a hill came to mind. If he’d stayed on course, he might have been cultivating those fields and helping lambs to birth. Why, he might well be on his way to having a family of his own by now.

These thoughts brought a brief image of Crissy. How long had it been since he’d thought of her? Recently his every waking and sleeping thought had been of Lucy. The way she looked. The way she sounded. The way she walked, talked, and even smelled.

Unique in every way, the lass wouldn’t leave his mind. Thoughts of their brief touches sent tingles down his spine.

When Lucy had told him about her quest to find the code, Bryce never once had considered leaving her to discover the answer alone. True, in the beginning the thought of traveling to London with her had seemed ridiculous at best, but the more time he spent with her, the less he wanted to leave. Everything about Lucy was different and intriguing. They got along even though their lives seemed worlds apart.

He rolled onto his side. Tomorrow they would search her father’s law office. If they broke the coded message on the fan, then what would happen? Would Lucy deliver the message alone? Would the message include a new contact name? Would he leave her and return home to Scotland? These questions plagued him throughout the night.

When the sun rose, Bryce felt ill-prepared for the day. Exhaustion caused his eyes to droop; worry caused his pulse rate to increase. Food waited on the table when he entered the dining area.

“Good morning, lad. You look terrible.”

Winnie glared at her sister.

“Well, he does.”

“Ignore Winifred; she lacks the grace of tact.”

Winifred stuck out her tongue and Bryce fought back his laughter. Lucy entered before anything else could be said.

She wore an overly large, ill-fitting white chemise, drooped on one side exposing a creamy shoulder. Her hair was flattened on one side of her head. With a stagger, she walked around the room, finally settling into a wooden chair with a hard slap. She stared glassy-eyed at the gleaming wood of the table.

Bryce feared speaking. The exposure of her skin sent his mind reeling. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth.

“Lucille, apparently you slept no better than your companion.”

“Uh?”

“Look at yourself, child,” said Winifred.

As if returning from far away, Lucy gazed down, then she looked around the room and stopped when she saw Bryce. He offered her a shy smile. Lucy gasped and pushed herself roughly from the table. When the chair fell with a loud thud, she stopped and covered her mouth with her hand. Red-faced, she ran from the room.

“Sister, what an interesting week this has turned out to be,” said Winnie.

“Yes, indeed,” agreed Winifred.

A moment of enlightenment passed between the two. Suddenly they realized they held an audience. Winifred clapped her hands. “Oh, we never told you about our adventure.”

“Nay, we did not,” replied Winnie.

“You tell, sister, you are much better than I.”

“Of course I will do it.” Winnie didn’t wait for Bryce to reply but plunged right in. “Let me see, from the window you could see us enter the house but you didn’t see what unfolded inside.

“The men in Lucille’s home were sprawled out on the furniture like drunken heathens. Nary a bit of respect for personal property, I tell you.

“Anyway, when Winifred entered from one side and me from the other, why, they jumped, squealed like they’d been shot, and ran along the hallway! This made matters more difficult for us, but we had to stop and laugh. The sound must have scared them more because the next thing we knew, we heard heavy feet on the roof.

“I see by your expression you have doubts, but I guarantee it happened. Once we reached the back and looked out a window, we saw them roll off the slope and onto the ground.”

“It’s a thousand wonders they didn’t fall off and break their necks,” inserted Winifred.

Acting miffed at the interruption, Winnie continued, “Anyway, as I was saying, once they popped out, it was nothing to retrieve the items you two needed. Why, it was the most fun we’ve had in years.”

“Yes, indeed,” added Winifred, a huge smile upon her face.

“I’m happy to oblige,” Bryce said.

Winifred leaned over the table toward Bryce, half her body stretched across the top. Her eyes glistened and she had a big smile on her face. “So what is next? Do you need us to visit the Tower and tell them about those bad men destroying Lucille’s home? Or do you need us to dress up in costume and watch a place, or—“

Winnie’s wrinkled hand rose and pushed the twin off the table. “Sister, leave the poor man to his breakfast. If he needs our help, he’ll ask for it like before.”

Winifred pouted while Bryce tried to hide his smile. Best to let the two of them work out their issues, lest he come away scathed.

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The ladies had graciously gathered more clothing than Lucy could ever hope to wear. A wardrobe had been emptied for her use. Now it sat empty again, dresses littering bed, floor, and every available surface. None of the gowns fit her mood. Morose because of her situation, yet elated because Bryce was still with her. None of the clothes projected dark, yet light at the same time.

A low moan escaped. Why hadn’t she noticed her appearance before going downstairs! How embarrassing to be seen in her early-morning slovenly state.

She walked to the window and drew back the curtain. Her home seemed empty. Everything dear to her rested there. Maybe going to the office wasn’t the place. Maybe the men who’d searched her home had the best idea and the answer was right under her nose. The Townsend ladies had warned her to be prepared when she arrived home. The strangers hadn’t been kind to the building.

Her imagination ran wild, seeing holes in the walls, boards ripped from the floors, and a thousand other horrors. There was no time to dwell on this now. All that mattered was going to the office and finding the information to break the code.

She found renewed vigor with that thought. With nimble fingers, she chose the dress on top of the pile. The gown was a deep navy blue with a white linen top. One look at her reflection revealed her unkempt hair. She combed it, pulled her brown hair atop her head, and allowed a few stray strands to lie against her cheeks. Leaning closer to the looking glass, she noticed tears pooling in the corner of her eyes. When had that happened?

With the realization of her tears, they flowed more freely. Every time she swiped them away they reappeared. Even though her emotions ran high, she shook her head until the tears fell away, then thrust her shoulders back.

She walked into the living area where Bryce waited. Gulping and looking away, Lucy continued to the door. Bryce followed her.

Once outside in the morning sun, Lucy quickened her pace, wishing Bryce was walking ahead of her. There was no doubt he would have taken the lead if he’d known the location of the law office.

At one time she’d thought he wasn’t a leader, but she’d since changed that opinion. Strong in body and mind, his simple actions and shrugs were only an act. It was the way he kept others from expecting too much of him.

Before long they passed the residential homes and reached the businesses. Her father’s office wasn’t much farther. They reached the entrance and the door opened in front of them, sending a bell back and forth in ringing tones.

“I will see you this afternoon,” said a man as he left. He bumped into Lucy. As she excused herself, she noted a familiarity about him that she couldn’t shake.

She stared at the retreating form. Bryce interrupted her thoughts. “Is this the place?”

“Aye.”

They walked inside. Bookcases loaded with dusty books covered every wall. In the middle of the room sat two cluttered desks. Behind each desk was a chair, and one held an occupant.

When the bell over the door jangled, the portly man glanced up with a look of surprise crossing his face. “Could it be? Why, I can’t believe it. Is that little Lucille Lombard? Why, let me take a look at you.” It was George Hampstead, her father's law partner and best friend.

Lucy was filled with embarrassment over the time that had elapsed since visiting this man, who had been such a good friend to her father. She should have come by much sooner, if for no other reason than to say hello.