Catherine Coulter - Lyons Gate

“Yes, but he knows nothing about racing, nothing at all! He raced in America, the former Colonies, for God’s sake. There is nothing there, nothing remarkable, including horses or jockeys.”

“Actually, the Americans have skullduggery down to a fine art. I hated it there as well.”

“You won the damned race, Jason. You said you were going to announce my punishment? You young pup, your father won’t allow you to do anything to me, why I’ve known him and your mother since before you and your twin were born.”

“That’s a very long time, my lord,” Jason said, and shook his head. “That’s why I am surprised you would be so stupid. Can you imagine my father ever allowing anyone to harm someone close to him?”

“Your father understands racing, understands the risks, the challenges, the little eccentricities. Another thing, you are not your father. All know never to cross him, or there’s hell to pay.”

“You’re right, I am not my father. Actually, both James and I are much meaner. Now, I have weighed both Kindred’s and Potter’s guilt in this matter. I’m not sending them to Botany Bay. My wife has devised a much more effective punishment. You will see two very chastened men when they return here. I imagine news of their punishment will spread. Everyone will hear about it. It will be more and more difficult for owners to find minions to do their mischief. As for you, sir, as I’ve said, I’ve decided upon your punishment.”

“Impudent puppy!”

“You won’t race for a full year, indeed, not until the Beckshire race next August.”

Lord Grimsby jumped to his feet, his face crimson, shaking his fist in Jason’s face. “You can’t give me orders like that, you young bastard! I won’t stand for it. Get out of my house!”

Charles said, “Jason, don’t misunderstand me, I think it’s excellent retribution. But tell me how you will prevent Lord Grimsby from racing for a year.”

“You’ve used beatings against the actual miscreants, Charles, and you wounded two owners in duels when they shot one of your jockeys and one of your horses. I don’t like duels, they’re too dangerous, the outcome too unpredictable. And they are against the law. I don’t fancy having to haul my wife off to the Continent or back to Baltimore because I got caught after shooting some fool racehorse owner. No, I prefer something more bloodless, but infinitely more painful.”

Lord Grimsby looked faintly alarmed now. “I will race, damn you! What is bloodless?”

Jason said in a very low voice to Lord Grimsby, “You will not race for a year, sir, or else Elgin Sloane, this precious relative of yours, won’t be allowed near Elsie Blaystock. Indeed, her father might shoot him. I will also see to it that every heiress he wants, flies away. And what, I ask you, will happen to Elgin ’s family if he is unable to provide for them?”

“You can’t do that,” Elgin said, alarmingly pale now, sitting forward in his chair. “I didn’t do anything to your damned jockey-he did. I’m not to blame.”

“Then you’d best convince Lord Grimsby to agree to my terms. Just as you convinced him to push your suit with Hallie Carrick.”

Lord Grimsby waved his fist in Elgin ’s nose. “You try to convince me of anything, and I’ll break your bloody face, you paltry excuse for a man! Besides, there is no way Jason can prevent you from marrying Elsie Blaystock or any other heiress you choose. I have some power here. I can forestall anything he’d try to do. I know you must have money. I’ll see that you wed.” He whirled back to Jason. “Of course he must have money for his family.”

Jason said pleasantly, “That is the big concern, isn’t it, sir?”

“Of course it is,” Lord Grimsby said as he began pacing. He paused to shake his fist in Jason’s direction, then gave Elgin a look of pure hate.

Charles said, “I fancy, dear Jason, that your father will assist you.”

Jason smiled. “He would, if I asked him, but I don’t see the need, at least in Lord Grimsby’s case. He will do as I ask, with only my boot lowered to his neck. As for Elgin here, I fancy my father would enjoy speaking to Mr. Blaystock about who his daughter marries.”

Elgin Sloane raised his head. “I beg you, sir, agree not to race for a year. I must wed, I must, or all will be lost. A word from Lord Northcliffe, and Elsie’s father would shut the door in my face. I need her, sir, very much. I need her now.”

“That’s true enough, Elgin,” Charles said, “but it’s the horses you really want. You can see yourself, the proud son-in-law, owning a big stud farm.”

“Perhaps that is a part to it, Charles, and why not?”

Jason said quietly to Elgin, “Remind Lord Grimsby about Elaine.”

Elgin ’s jaw dropped. “You know about Elaine? But how?”

“Actually,” Jason shrugged, “I know everything.”

Lord Grimsby said, staring at Jason, “You do?”

Elgin said, “He’s right, sir. You must do as he says, else I won’t marry Elsie and my sweet sister will starve in a ditch. Already she has no governess, I can’t afford one. She is alone, and will not have a roof over her head unless I wed very soon.”

Jason said, “Did you hear him, my lord? Elgin is concerned that Elaine will starve. What do you think, sir?”

Lord Grimsby rounded on Elgin, ignoring Jason. “You damned idiot, you foolish ass! You could have married Hallie Carrick, beautiful and rich she was, but no, you had to sleep with some bucktoothed matron during your betrothal! Naturally she found out and broke it off! Then you were married to Anne Cavendish. Just look at how you mucked that up. Her father tied up her dowry and she had the nerve to die. Now, enough of this. You will bring your sister here to me-rather your half-sister-and that’s an end to it.” Lord Grimsby waved his fist in Elgin ’s face.

“Oh no, sir.”

“Damn you, she belongs with me. My wife wants her here. Bring her to me!”

Elgin said, “I will never give up my leverage. I’m Elaine’s guardian and I will remain her guardian. You will continue to do as I tell you, sir. You will not race for a year.”

“I’ll kill you!”

Jason said, “No, sir, he’s not worth it. I’ve found there are always reasons for a man’s behavior. One must find out what they are. It didn’t take me long to discover why you’ve suffered this idiot in your home, given a ball in his honor, tried to find him a rich wife. How long have you known Elaine was your daughter, Lord Grimsby? Like I told you, I know everything sir, no reason to lie anymore.”

He whirled around to Jason. “I would tell the world about her, if it weren’t for this bastard making his damned threats. I’ve known since before she was born, so did Elgin ’s father. He threatened to make her a servant in his own house unless I paid him well. And now his son does the same thing. Rotters, both of them. My wife wants her with us. We have no children and Elaine is but ten years old. She’s ours, she shouldn’t be under this idiot’s thumb.”

Jason said, “And you, Charles? I’m not quite sure how you fit into this puzzle.”

“I’m not a big mystery, Jason. I was only trying to help Lord Grimsby. I’ve always known about poor little Elaine, how Elgin has used her for a bargaining chip, learned it from his father. Poor little girl, I feel for her. I must say I’m impressed with how quickly you’ve gained your information. You are talented, Jason.”

“Just don’t ever try to hurt my horses,” Jason said. He turned to Lord Grimsby. “You will agree not to race for a full year, my lord. All will know that you are being punished for your misdeeds, and all will know they run a huge risk if they try anything against my jockeys or horses in the future. Do you agree, sir? One year of not racing? I’m perfectly ready to help you gain what you wish.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Jason nodded to the open doorway. Lord Grimsby looked up to see his wife standing there. She’d heard everything, he knew it. The woman had ears like Elgin. Lord Grimsby said slowly, “I will agree not to race for a year if you make Elgin give me my daughter. I mean give her to me legally. My wife and I wish to adopt her. Then I won’t have to ever speak to this nincompoop again. Can you do it?”

“Of course, sir. Elgin?” Jason’s voice was very soft, the voice he always used to gain instant attention and compliance from every child he’d ever met. “You will have Elaine here within the next three days. Lord Grimsby’s solicitor will see to the adoption. Then you may marry your heiress.”

“No, I won’t give up my leverage. My father told me I could dine on this until Lord Grimsby croaked. Oh damn! It’s not fair.” He fell silent, his hands clasped between his knees. He looked ready to cry. He said finally, “I want that racing stud. Blaystock is a fool, knows nothing about anything. Did you hear the idiot shouting for Brutus to bite the horses in front of him? He has no finesse, no imagination.” He turned to Charles. “Do you assure me that Blaystock is very rich?”

“As rich as Croesus until the Persians planted their heels on his neck.”

Slowly, Elgin nodded. “I would certainly rather marry Elsie Blaystock than Hallie Carrick. She doesn’t show the proper respect for a man, doesn’t forgive him for small, really insignificant blunders. She doesn’t shut her mouth and she’s too smart by half. I am in her father’s debt for convincing me she wouldn’t make me a good wife.”

Jason smiled. “She forgives my blunders.”

“That’s just because you’re so damned pretty,” Elgin said, and waved a fist toward Jason.

“Pretty is as pretty does,” Charles Grandison said, and rose. “What a morning it’s been. I believe I am no longer needed here. My lord, my lady, I wish you the greatest happiness with Elaine. She’s charming. Elgin, I doubt I’ll be attending your nuptials. I would like to keep Jason as a friend in the future, you see. Jason, I’ll see you at the Grantham races next month.”