"Very well, it's your choice. Louis-I want you out of the house along with everyone else-"

"Leave you here with just Michael and Brigid and Mrs. Ludwig?" He shook his head.

"Louis, I really insist-"

"No, Ma. I'm not scared of a fight."

As she stared at the boy, she fancied she saw Cordoba's face glimmering in a kind of lapped image. She smiled in a tired way. "All right. But the rest of you hurry."

vii

By eleven that night, the house lay silent. Rose had gone to bed after three stiff whiskeys. Louis was keeping watch at the back entrance. The rain slashed the sitting room windows. Michael glanced out, then resumed his nervous pacing.

"Still just one chap in the park. Perhaps the rain's spared us tonight."

"The rain and Captain Tunworth failing to get his warrants," Amanda replied. "I almost wish they'd come and get it over with-the waiting's worse than the battle. It's always worse-"

A moment later, noticing her odd, bemused smile, the young Irishman said, "Doesn't seem to me our predicament's a subject for humor, Mrs. A-"

"No." She brushed a tired hand across her forehead; her smile faded. "I was only thinking of how the past comes around and around again-like a wheel. I was remembering Texas. When I was in the Alamo mission. By my own choice. When I got out alive, I thought I'd surely never go through anything similar. But here I am, besieged again-and again with no one but myself to blame."

"Blame, Mrs. A? Why do you talk of blame? In your position, most women-men, for that matter-would have gone scurrying out of town hours ago. But you never run. That's rare-and certainly not worthy of blame."

"I ran from Stovall."

"Bosh! You canceled your plans concerning the Phelans because your family's always stood for honor. Decency-"

"Neither of which will buy Kent's now that I've lost my lever for forcing the sale."

"We're not positive Stovall's behind the big stock acquisition-"

"Don't try to be consoling, Michael. Of course he is. He saw the paper."

"Well, at least you can balance the other side of the ledger with several favorable entries. You didn't mire yourself in blackmail. You just may have saved your son from ruin. You certainly saved Mary from recapture-"

"And I lost the one thing I wanted most!"

She exhaled loudly, slumped in her chair. "I must be crazy to stay here like this-"

"Why no," Michael said. "You're a Kent. You've always said they were a brave lot-"

Amanda studied the painting of Philip. How she longed, this moment, for a fraction of the courage those eyes conveyed- She shivered as wind spattered rain against the windowpanes.

"A member of the Kent family's no different than anyone else in one respect, Michael. Being a Kent doesn't make me any less frightened of what's going to happen."

Chapter X.

Destruction

i

DURING THE NIGHT THE RAIN STOPPED. The clouds cleared. By morning, Madison Square glowed in winter sunlight.

Amanda hadn't slept well again. But she was up and dressed when Michael ran into the library a few minutes after nine.

"There's a hack at the door, Mrs. A. And some witnesses over in the park-"

"Witnesses?" She jumped up, following him to the hall.

"Eight or ten chaps who don't have the look of belonging in this neighborhood. They've been gathering for the last half hour. Expecting the hack's arrival, I imagine-"

From the window beside the front door, Amanda saw the men loitering near the kiosk. They were shabbily dressed, in patched trousers and jackets too thin for the weather. They huddled close together, their breath making white plumes in the morning air.

Under the portico, the door of the hackney opened. Captain Virgil Tunworth stepped down, followed by a portly, mustached man in a black alpaca suit and broad-brimmed hat. A bulge on the man's hip hinted at a holstered sidearm.

Brigid came up behind Amanda, started to open the door- "No," Amanda said, patting her hair to make sure it was arranged. "I'll answer."

Puzzled by Amanda's cheerful expression, Brigid bobbed her head and stood back. Michael took up a position against the wall, his coppery hair catching the sunlight. A smile of rascally delight curved his mouth.

Before Captain Tunworth could lift the knocker, Amanda pulled the door open.

"Captain! Good morning."

The greeting confused the Virginian. He glanced at his companion, who was reaching into his jacket. The portly man produced two folded legal documents.

Recovering from Amanda's unexpected cordiality, Tunworth snapped, "This gentleman is Mr. Bowden-"

"United States marshal, ma'am," the other man said, rather apologetically. "I have to serve you with this warrant. It permits me-"

"To search my house for the runaway girl the captain fancies I'm hiding?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Put the warrant back in your pocket, Mr. Bowden. It's totally unnecessary."

"What's that?"

"I informed Captain Tunworth Sunday evening that I wasn't harboring a runaway slave. He wouldn't believe me. You come in and see for yourself."

The marshal stared at Tunworth. "I thought you said she'd refuse-"

"This is some kind of damned flummery!" the captain exploded. "She's gotten rid of the nigger-"

"Why, Captain, how ungentlemanly of you," Amanda said, relishing his discomfort. "You continue to accuse me of breaking the law. Even if I had been hiding this imagined runaway, how could she have escaped?" She pointed past the stamping hack horse to the men near the kiosk. "You've had me watched day and night."

Captain Tunworth flushed, clamped his lips together. Amanda retreated a step.

"Marshal, the house is yours. I have a guest staying on the second floor. My friend Mrs. Ludwig. She came to visit yesterday and became indisposed. Brigid will show you her room-if you must search it-"

"I'm afraid we must search the entire premises, ma'am," Bowden advised her.

"Then would you be kind enough to knock before you disturb Mrs. Ludwig?"

She said it so sweetly, Bowden couldn't help smiling. "Of course."

Tunworth glared as he followed the marshal inside. Michael could barely stifle a guffaw. As the law officer stumped into the sitting room, Tunworth wheeled back to Amanda.

"You had a guest yesterday, right enough. But I know she left an hour after she arrived."

"Really, Captain! You should hire reliable men, not the dregs of the saloons. Her carriage left, that's all."

"Goddamn it, I was told explicitly! Your visitor got into-"

"Please don't swear at me, sir," Amanda broke in, that charming smile still in place. "I don't care what you were told. I'd suggest you inquire whether the man who passed on that doubtful information drank a little something to warm himself while he kept watch. Something that dulled his powers of observation-"

Her dark eyes mocked him. He in turn understood exactly what she was telling him without words: the black girl had departed and he had no way of proving it; the Federal marshal's search was pointless.

But the heavyset official caught none of that. He came bustling out of the sitting room. "All clear in there. Shall we proceed, Captain?"

Virgil Tunworth slapped his hat against his leg and followed the marshal toward the library.

ii

Bowden took forty-five minutes to comb the house from garret to basement. Now and then he ostentatiously rapped a wall, as if searching for one of those secret rooms so popular in ladies' novels but seldom found in private homes. Amanda and Michael retired to the dining room for coffee, saying little but smiling at one another at the occasional loud sound of Tunworth's hectoring voice.

When he and the marshal reappeared in the downstairs hall, Amanda went out to them. "Are you finished?"

Bowden nodded. "We are."

"And satisfied?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry we had to trouble you. It seems the captain was in error when he requested the warrant-"

"The nigger was in this house over the weekend!" Tunworth said. He waved his hat at Amanda. "She got the girl out. Wearing the clothes of that harpy upstairs!"

The marshal reddened. "Afraid we did disturb your guest, Mrs. de la Gura. Can't say I've ever heard a female use such a collection of cuss words before-"

"Marshal, you come across to the park with me!" Tunworth demanded. "You talk to the man who kept watch yesterday. This woman smuggled my slave away in disguise!"

"Unless someone can swear positively to having seen a nigra person leave the house-not just a person, Captain: a nigra person-you've no grounds for pressing your complaint." The marshal displayed his search warrant. "Mrs. de la Gura's allowed a complete examination of her home. I can't use the other warrant to arrest someone I can't find."

"Take her into custody! Question her! Force her to tell you where-"

"That exceeds my authority, Captain," the marshal interrupted, sounding annoyed for the first time. He settled his hat on his head and executed a stiff bow. "Ma'am, we thank you for your cooperation."

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help." Amanda smiled, ushering him to the door.

Bowden went out. Captain Tunworth stormed down the steps after him. Amanda closed the door and moved to the window to watch, Michael at her shoulder.

Louis came running from the kitchen with half a sweet bun in one hand and sugar showing at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, Ma, you sure fooled 'em! I never saw anyone as mad as that captain when he paraded through the kitchen-"

"He's still fuming," Michael said, pointing outside.

The marshal and Tunworth stood by the hack's open door. Amanda couldn't make out the words, but it was obvious Tunworth was insisting on further action, and the marshal was refusing. Finally, red-faced, the marshal thrust both warrants into Tunworth's hand, climbed into the hack and jerked the door shut.

The hack clattered off. Tunworth glared at the house, then stalked across the street. He went straight to the crowd of rough-clad watchers near the kiosk and disappeared in their midst. Amanda drew a tense breath when a couple of the men spun away and started walking toward the house.

Tunworth immediately caught them and pulled them back. Presently, the men began to drift away. Captain Tunworth headed for the opposite side of the square, alone, and was eventually lost from sight in dray and carriage traffic.

"Well," Michael said, "that's it-for the moment."

"I should think we've seen the last of the captain," Amanda said. "There's nothing more he can do."

"There's nothing more he can do legally. But I'll bet a gold piece those boyos who came to watch the girl's capture are friends of Rynders-"