“Edward Fitzwilliam!” Adam Lawrence’s baritone voice resonated from the top of the stairs.“Am I ever pleased to see you!” He came quickly down the last flight of steps.

The colonel released Georgiana so he might greet the viscount. “Stafford.” Edward extended his hand.“Darcy’s letter said you were among his guests. My brother sends his regards.”

“Mr. Darcy sent for you?” Stafford questioned as he took the colonel’s hand in friendship.

The colonel smiled. “He did,Your Lordship.”

“I hate to cut this short,” Darcy said to the two men, “but Her Ladyship and our cousin await us in the back drawing room. If you will excuse us, Stafford, we three can catch up after the colonel makes his greetings to our aunt and has time to freshen his clothing.”

“Certainly, Darcy. Sir Phillip has finished with me. Shall I send either my cousin or Mrs.Wickham in to speak to the baronet?”

Darcy maneuvered the colonel toward the back hallway. “If Miss Donnel would not mind speaking to Spurlock, I would be most grateful.”

“I will see to it, Darcy.”

Darcy nodded his thanks before turning to follow his cousin.

“Darcy!” Stafford’s voice froze him in place. “Look!” The viscount pointed to the tiled floor, now wet from the tracked-in snow and ice left by the colonel and the footman.

Darcy’s eyes followed the viscount’s to several clearly marked boot tracks. “That settles it. I want Sir Phillip to speak to Harwood now.”

“What is it, Darcy?” The colonel rejoined the other two men in the corridor.

“Your boot tracks, Edward,” Darcy murmured, his mind already adding the facts to the mystery. “They are the same shape as the ones we found close to the cottages, where Georgiana saw her shadow man, and the same as those near where we found my maid’s body. Our murderer is wearing the same type of boots as you.”

The colonel finished Darcy’s thought. “A military issue.”

“Mr. Darcy.” Murray had suddenly appeared on the stairs. “You should come with me, sir.”

“What is it, Murray?”

“The lieutenant, sir. His room is locked from the inside, and the gentleman does not answer. I knocked several times and have called out his name, but there is no response.”

Darcy grumbled, “Ask Sir Phillip to join us, Murray.”

“Yes, sir.” The footman reversed direction and headed toward his master’s study.

Darcy forced his feet to move. “Bring your keys, Mr. Baldwin. Elizabeth, you and Georgiana are to stay here.”

“Yes, Fitzwilliam.”

He led the way to the second-floor quarters, Colonel Fitzwilliam and Viscount Stafford close on his heels. In his heart, Darcy knew each step led him to another mystery—another loss of life. When will this end? he wondered. How can I stop this madness?

Mr. Baldwin fumbled with his keys as Darcy pounded loudly on the door, trying to rouse a possibly sleeping Harwood.“Open it!” he ordered the butler as the others gathered close by. Baldwin slid the key into the lock and turned it to disengage the mechanism. He released the handle and stepped back to give the others access. Darcy burst through the opening, saying a silent prayer that his suspicions would be found wrong, but a bloody heap brought him up short. Sir Phillip, the colonel, and Stafford stacked up behind him. Harwood lay crumpled and broken in the floor’s center, and the amount of blood, which was staining the carpet, told them they were too late.

With purpose, Sir Phillip moved from behind Darcy to the body. He caught the lieutenant’s shoulders and rolled the man to his back. The officer had pulled up on his knees, apparently trying to seek help or to escape, but he had made it no further. Now, arms spread open, the body stared, wide-eyed, at nothing. Sir Phillip gently touched the lids, closing them. “His-his throat has been slit,” the baronet stammered. “Look for a weapon.”

Darcy, Stafford, and the colonel fanned out automatically in several directions. “The water,” the colonel gestured toward the table, “is full of blood.” He traced a circle in the bowl. “Was the lieutenant shaving? The bloody towel is on the floor, but I see no blade.”

Sir Phillip still knelt beside the body. “The lieutenant’s face sports a fine stubble. I doubt if he shaved today.”

“Then who used the razor and soap?” Stafford mused. “And who left the window open?” He leaned out to see the likelihood of someone using it as an entrance or an exit. “It appears our attacker threw water out the window. There is an icy circle on the snow’s surface.”

“We no longer have to worry about Harwood pressing his suit with our cousin,” Edward remarked.

Sir Phillip stood slowly.“I will wish to examine the room again before we move the body. I shall need to make an official report.”

“I will secure the room,” Mr. Baldwin muttered from somewhere behind them.

“Mr. Darcy, I need to speak to anyone with whom the lieutenant exchanged cross words over the past couple of days,” Sir Phillip authoritatively declared.

Darcy nodded his understanding. “That would be much of the household, Sir Phillip. I am afraid the lieutenant had a way of irritating many with whom he came in contact.”

“You should well start with me,” Stafford admitted. “I warned the man from my cousin only this morning.”

Sir Phillip looked grim. “Then rejoin me in Mr. Darcy’s study, sir. I will take your statement first. Have your man lock everything up as it is, Darcy.”

“Yes, Sir Phillip.” He motioned to Mr. Baldwin to follow the baronet’s orders.“Edward, you and I should attend to Her Ladyship and Anne.This will come as quite a shock to them. I will send Mr. Worth to you, Sir Phillip. I am aware of an argument between the men yesterday evening, and then I, too, will explain my exchange with Harwood regarding my cousin.”

“This grows by leaps and bounds,” Edward remarked as he turned toward the open door. “When you have finished your investigation, Sir Phillip, I will need to inform the lieutenant’s commanding officer.”

The magistrate turned dejectedly away. “Indeed, Colonel. However, we must deal with one fact at a time.”

Chapter 18

“Now, Stafford, what is this madness regarding Lieutenant Harwood?” Sir Phillip resettled behind Darcy’s desk, poised to take the viscount’s official statement.

Adam Lawrence returned to the wing chair he had so recently vacated.“As usual, I do not know how to explain the situation.” He paused uncomfortably. “Mr. Darcy privately made me aware of the perfidy the lieutenant practiced regarding Miss de Bourgh. Darcy asked that I help him keep an eye on the man. Since his appearance at Pemberley, besides his approach to Her Ladyship’s daughter, Harwood had taken a liking to my cousin. Keep in mind, Sir Phillip, that other than Mr. and Mrs. Darcy, the rest of the household assumes that Miss Donnel is my cousin—my relative and the daughter of a nobleman. Harwood appeared to have identified Cathleen as his next pigeon. I found them in the middle of a tête-à-tête during breakfast this morning. When Miss Donnel departed the room, I warned the lieutenant from Cathleen. The man feigned innocence, but I know a rake when I meet one. He was already counting his money.”

“And what did you do, Lord Stafford, after this confrontation?”

Adam chuckled sarcastically.“Are you asking, Sir Phillip, if I followed the officer to his room and slit his throat?”

“Precisely,” the magistrate declared.

“Not likely, sir. As much as I disdain Harwood’s type, I am not of the temperament to grotesquely murder a man over a flirtation. I am a gentleman—if I chose to seek retribution, I would challenge the lieutenant and have him name his seconds. Instead of a bloody razor, I managed to quash Harwood’s plans by having a serious conversation with my cousin. I followed Cathleen to her room and warned her of the scoundrel’s manipulations.”

“And the lady will attest to this?” The baronet placed the pen in its holder.

“She would, Sir Phillip.”


“Edward!” Anne called as she rose to greet her cousin. She offered him a genuine welcome—the first he could remember receiving from her. As a young girl, Anne had never participated in their childhood roughhousing—Her Ladyship had always declared her daughter too sickly. Now, she glowed with a newfound independence, and he happily accepted her finally becoming a woman with a future.

“You look well, Cousin,” he affirmed as he lifted Anne’s chin and gazed into her eyes. “I cannot tell you how your countenance pleases me.”

“Thank you, Edward.”

The colonel released Anne and made his obeisance to his aunt. “Your Ladyship.” He bowed over her hand.“My father and mother send their kindest regards.”

“You appear well, Fitzwilliam,” Lady Catherine murmured. “Is my brother—your father—in health? How is the earl’s gout?”

“Somewhat better,Your Ladyship.”

“And the countess?”

The colonel smiled knowingly. Lady Catherine and his mother had had more than one disagreement over the years. “My mother works tirelessly in the name of her charities. She and the earl spent Christmas with my maternal aunt and uncle in Lincolnshire. The Attingboroughs welcomed a new addition to the family a fortnight before the holiday.”

Darcy motioned for Edward to have a seat and brought their conversation to a close. “Although Edward is always a welcome diversion at Pemberley, I specifically sent for him because he knew Lieutenant Harwood before the man’s arrival at Rosings Park,” Darcy announced.

“Where is the scoundrel?” Worth asked impatiently. “Did you not send your man for the lieutenant some time ago? If Harwood thinks this purposeful stall will help his negotiations—”