Lady Sophia's Lover (Bow Street Runners #2)(10)

“She is missing from her home?”

“No, sir… Mr. Fowler keeps Martha locked in a room and won’t let her out. She’s been there almost four weeks. No one can go inside to see her… I think she has taken ill, and I’ve begged Mr. Fowler to let her go, but he won’t, as he’s still of a mind to punish her.”

“Punish her for what?” Sir Ross asked quietly.

Red flags of shame crossed the woman’s narrow cheeks. “I think Martha took up with another man. It was very bad of her, I know. But Martha is good at heart, and I’m certain she is sorry for what she did and wants Mr. Fowler’s forgiveness.” Miss Trimmer’s eyes watered, and she blotted them with her shawl. “No one will help me free my poor sister, as they all say it’s a matter between husband and wife. Mr. Fowler says he’s only done this because he loves Martha so, and she hurt him so awfully. No one, not even the rest of the Trimmers, blames him for locking her away.”

Sir Ross’s eyes were hard and icy. “I am always puzzled by this so-called love that causes men to brutalize their wives. In my opinion, a man who truly loves a woman would never intentionally harm her, no matter how great the betrayal.” His gaze softened as he regarded the desperate woman before him. “I will send a runner to the Fowler residence immediately, Miss Trimmer.”

“Oh, sir,” she faltered, weeping in patent relief. “Thank you, and bless you a thousand times.”

Sir Ross glanced at Sophia. “Do you know which men are available today, Miss Sydney?”

“Mr. Sayer and Mr. Ruthven,” Sophia murmured, relieved that he intended to free the captive Martha. She would not have been surprised if he had declined to help, as it was commonly thought that husbands had the right to do whatever they liked with their wives.

“Tell Ruthven to come.”

Sophia hastened to obey. She soon returned with Mr. Ruthven, a large, dark-haired runner with a rugged countenance and an aggressive disposition. His appetite for physical combat was well known, and few men were willing to provoke him. Unfortunately, his mind was not suited for the subtleties of investigative work, and therefore Sir Ross used him for tasks that were more physical than cerebral in nature.

“Go with Miss Trimmer to St. James’s market,” Sir Ross told the runner calmly. “She will show you to the rooms above Fowler’s Apothecary Shop, where her sister has been imprisoned for well nigh a month. Do whatever is necessary to free her, and be mindful of the possibility that you will meet with some resistance from her husband.”

Realizing that he was being called upon to intervene in a marital dispute, the runner scowled slightly. “Sir, I was just on my way to the Tothill Bank—there was a robbery there, and I—”

“You’ll have time to earn your private commissions later,” Sir Ross said. “This is more important.”

“Yes, sir.” Clearly annoyed, Ruthven turned to leave.

“Ruthven,” Sir Ross murmured, “what if it were your sister who had been locked in a room for a month?”

The runner considered his words, becoming a bit shamefaced. “I will take care of it immediately, Sir Ross.”

“Good,” the magistrate said brusquely. “And, Ruthven, after you free Mrs. Fowler, I want to question her husband.”

“Shall I bring him directly to the strong room, sir?”

“No, take him to Newgate. He can wait there and contemplate his actions for a while before I talk to him.”

As the runner escorted Miss Trimmer from the office, Sophia approached Sir Ross and regarded him thoughtfully. He remained in his half-seated position on the desk, which brought their faces nearly level. His expression was brooding, deep brackets carved on either side of his lips. Although Sophia had heard of the Chief Magistrate’s well-known compassion for women and children, she was surprised by his willingness to interfere in a conflict between husband and wife. A wife was legally considered to be a man’s property, and he could do as he pleased with her, short of actual murder. “That was very kind of you,” she said.

The frown remained on Sir Ross’s face. “I’d like to make Fowler suffer in the same way his wife has. I can only keep him in Newgate for three days—not nearly long enough.”

Sophia was in complete agreement, but she could not resist playing the devil’s advocate. “Some would say that Mrs. Fowler deserved such punishment for sleeping with another man,” she pointed out.

“Regardless of her behavior, her husband had no right to retaliate in such a manner.”

“What would your response be if your wife betrayed you with someone else?”

It was apparent that the question surprised the magistrate. In one abrupt moment Sophia had turned the conversation into something personal. Sir Ross stared at her steadily, sudden tension causing his shoulder muscles to strain tightly against his coat. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “My wife was not the kind of woman who would have succumbed to that particular temptation. The issue was never a concern for me.”

“What if you married again?” Sophia asked, held prisoner by his vivid silver gaze. “Wouldn’t you worry about your wife’s fidelity?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I would keep her so busy in my bed that she would have neither the time nor the inclination to seek another man’s company.”