"What are you doing here?"

He stared at her blankly, then down at the weapon he held and away toward the window, a frown furrowing his brow. "I" He hesitated, then grimaced and gazed back at her, giving a short laugh that ended on a sigh. "You know why I am here."

"A spot of blackmail?" she suggested dryly. "It was you all along, was it?"

He shrugged slightly. "London living is quite expensive."

"How did you know who we were?"

"I have a passing acquaintance with your uncle. I was even at your country estate once. It was a very brief stop," he added when he spotted her doubtful expression. "He owed me some money and I came by to get it. I was not there long enough to be properly introduced, but I did spot you and your sister returning from the village as I left in my carriage." Sighing, he moved several steps to the right to set his pistol on one of the bedside tables, then leaned back against the wall beside it, crossing his arms over his chest and his legs at the ankles in a semi-relaxed manner as he continued. "Still, I did not recognize you at first. It had been well over a year since I saw the two of you. Then, too, it was clever of you to disguise yourself as a boy." He complimented her with a sudden grin that, under other circumstances, she would have found charming.

"Very ingenious."

"Not ingenious enough if you recognized us."

"Oh." He waved a hand airily. "That was not your fault, really. After all, it helped that I knew Radcliffe had no relatives. That led me to wonder who you were. And still, I may not have figured it out had you changed your names."

Charlie sighed at that. Their names had been the weakest part of the entire plan. But after having already given them to Radcliffe, they had decided that Charlie and Elizabeth were common enoughas were most royal namesand that they could get away with it. Besides, the off-chance of recognition had seemed less likely to give them away than using alternate names and slipping up by calling each other by their real names, or by forgetting and not answering to the fake ones. Still, if it had not been for the fact that they had never been to London and that few people had ever come to the estate since their parents'

deaths, they would never have chanced it.

"You really should have let Radcliffe keep this meeting."

Charlie glanced sharply at him, made extremely waiy by the regret and weariness in his tone. "Aye, well, he was not available. He was not even home and the letter did say that if he did not show up, you would tell the entire ton.

Besides, why should he pay you off? We had him fooled as well."

"Did he really not know you were a woman?"

She shook her head solemnly. "Do you think he would have dragged me off to a brothel had he realized I was a woman?"

"Good point," he said wryly, and shook his head. "This was where I first saw you, you know."

Charlie tilted her head at that. "Really?"

"Aye. I saw you creeping out of one room and slipping down the hall checking each door until you slipped into this one. What were you looking for?"

"Radcliffe," she murmured, recalling that night.

"I realized you were a woman right away."

Charlie gave a start at the claim, then shook her head, not bothering to hide her disbelief. "Oh, aye. The rest of London was fooled, but not you."

He merely shrugged. "It is all in the presentation, I suspect. Had I first met you at the theater or a ball like everyoue else, I may have been fooled. But I first saw you in a brothel." When she merely stared at him blankly, he continued, "The women here wear all manner of costume to please their customers, and when I first saw you it was from behind as you backed out of the room down the hall."

She arched her eyebrows. "So?" .

"Your hips are far too generous and shapely to be a boy's. Quite pert and attractive, actually, and as I have never found a man's behind attractive, you had to be a woman." He grinned wickedly again as she flushed, but continued, "I thought perhaps you were a new girl playing a role for one of the men."

"I see." Charlie cleared her throat. "Then when we were introduced to you as Radcliffe's cousinswhen you knew he had no familyyou put two and two together and decided to blackmail us."

"You make me sound quite dastardly," he murmured with a grimace.

"Are you not?" she asked archly.

He laughed without humor. "Not as dastardly as I am going to be," he muttered under his breath, then took up his pistol again.

Charlie's gaze dropped to the pistol automatically, taking in the cut steel stock inlays and the initials on the butt. 'The inn."

He frowned at her softly spoken word. "What?"

"That is where I recognize your pistol from," she explained. "An inn on the way into London. The innkeeper showed it to me. He said that he had gotten it off of a fellow who had gambled all of his money away to another patron at the inn and had tried to sneak out on his bill. That pistol looked just like yours. In fact it had initials on it," she recalled, and frowned as she tried to recall what those initials had been.

"R.N.".

"Aye," Charlie murmured uncertainly. Radcliffe had told her that Norwich's name was George, after the king.

"The R is for Robert. My brother," he explained. "Robert Norwich. They were his.

A matched set, you see. They passed on to me when he died and I kept them for sentimental reasons, which is why I did not simply hand over one of the guns to the innkeeper in lieu of payment, rather than risk the embarrassment of being caught fleeing in the night."

"You must have loved your brother deeply."

"Oh, good Lord, no, I loathed him," he laughed, then scowled at the gun in his hand. "I shall have to go back to that inn and fetch back the other one once I have Radcliffe's money."

Charlie shook her head slightly in bewilderment. "Why? You have just said that you loathed your brother. Why would you want his pistols? And how can you have a sentimental attachment to them if you disliked him so?"

"Because they are what I killed him with."

Chapter Twenty.

Charlie stared at the man before her with honor. "You?"

"Killed him," Norwich repeated slowly as if for the benefit of a simpleton.

"Aye. With his own pistols. Can you imagine? It was the crowning moment of my life to date. I can still see the expression on his face as clearly as if he stood before me now." He peered off into space for a moment, savoring the image in his mind, then sighed. "All well, that is the trouble with life. Such pleasures are long awaited and sadly fleeting when they finally arrive."

Charlie shifted impatiently. "May we get back to the part about your killing your brother?"

"Oh, were we not finished with that conversation? I thought we were. What is it you wish to know?"

Charlie took a deep breath, trying to sort the questions barraging her mind. "I was told he was killed by bandits."

"Well, I could hardly go riding back to the house shouting I shot him, I shot my brother.' " He shrugged. "There had been a bandit working in the area; he made an easy target for laying the blame."

She hesitated. This was the question she found hardest to ask, even though she knew what the answer must be. "And his wife? Radcliffe's sister?"

"Ahhh. Mary. Sweet Mary. Aye, I killed her too."

"How could you?"

He held up the pistol in his hand. "A matched set, remember? Two pistols, two bullets, two dead"

"Nay, I mean, he was your own brother. And she..."

"Actually, he was not my brother." That brought her up short. "Not ?"

"Nay. The old Norwich was not my father either. He merely gave me his name For a price." He enjoyed her uncertain curiosity briefly, then explained, "My mother was the king's mistress. She became pregnant and he, already being married, paid Norwich to marry my mother and save her from scandal. 'Tis why I was named George. For my father."

He grinned at her wide-eyed expression. "You see, you have the honor of speaking to a man who, under other circumstances, would have been a king, or at the very least a prince."

"And the king paid Norwich to"

"Aye. A dowry just this side of a king's ransom. Still, I don't think Norwich would have been persuaded even by that if it had not been the king asking.

He really had no need of money, and by all accounts he had loved his first wife dearly and was not looking for a replacement. Still, how does one say no to the king?"

"I do not suppose one does," she murmured, eyebrows furrowed as she tried to absorb all she was learning. "Is that why you killed Robert, because he was Norwich's son and"

"I killed him for money," he interrupted with amusement. "I hated him because he was himself. He was" Norwich shook his head, frustrated by his inability to put his thoughts into words. "He was perfect. Handsome, strong, charming, intelligent. He was the apple of his father's eye. He could do no wrong.

Women loved him, men admired him. He always made me look bad."

Becoming agitated, he paced a few steps, then turned, exclaiming, "Me! A king's son. Yet next to him I appeared insignificant. Never as good. Never as smart. Never as handsome. Even my mother doted on him. And he inherited everything on the old man's death. He became a duke, while I, a king's son, was titleless, landless,"

he muttered bitterly, then paused and straightened, drawing in a deep draught of air before continuing almost smugly, "But I showed him. Oh, yes. I planned a way to get it all. The land, the title, the wealth. Even his wife."

"You did not" Charlie clamped her teeth on the question, but he was able to work it out for himself.

"Rape her?" He scowled. "Good heavens, no. What do you take me for?"

Charlie could hardly answer that one. Good God, the man had admitted to murder and blackmail, but she was supposed to know he drew the line at rape?

"Nay, as I said, I had a plan to get it all. Unfortunately, Mary rather messed that up by getting with child." He shook his head with disgust. "I had intended to kill Robert. Of course, I would be there to comfort the grieving widow.

Then, shortly afterward, I had intended to kill Radcliffe. Since he had no other relatives, something I had looked intowhich is why I knew you and your sister could not be his cousins, by the wayMary would have been his sole heir. Then, while she was reeling from both losses in quick succession, I had intended on marrying her, making it all mine" He heaved a deep sigh and paced across the room. "It was a perfect plan But then one morning, shortly before my plan was to go into motion, Robert announced that Mary was with child." Pausing at the fireplace, he suddenly swept his hand violently along the mantel sending a pendulum clock and several candleholders crashing to the floor. Charlie jumped, then eyed him warily as he turned to face her.

"An heir would have ruined everything, of course. I lost my temper," he announced with a charming grimace. "And in a fit of pique and fury I decided to kill her as well. Shortly after they left to go to Radcliffe's, I searched out Robert's pistols, loaded them, and rode to a spot halfway between both estates.

It was a damp day. Chilly. I remember my hands grew numb from the cold at one point and I feared I would not be able to shoot the pistol. But then, finally, I saw them come around the bend on their horses. They were laughing at something and casting each other loving looks. I stepped from the trees, aimed for Mary's heart, and shot. She did not even cry out. She simply stiffened in her seat, then tumbled to the ground. Robert screamed her name and leapt to the ground to hurry to her side. He lifted her into his arms, rocking her and whispering her name over and over. He did not even look around to see me approach, not until I stood right beside him. Then he raised his head, stared at me blankly, and said in the most pitiful voice, 'George, Mary's been shot.' I said, 'Aye. I shot her.' Then as the realization dawned on his face, I raised the other gun, his other gun, and shot him, too."

He released a deep sigh of satisfaction. "It is a moment I have enjoyed remembering with great satisfaction for years Still, I do regret that I did not stick to the original plan. Once my temper had cooled, I realized that I could have followed the original plan to the letter, except that once I had married Mary, I would have had to instigate a fall from a horse or a tumble down the stairs to cause either a miscarriage of Robert's child or both their deaths.

Either eventuality would have solved the dilemma nicely, and I really could have used Radcliffe's fortune."

"One fortune was not enough?" she asked with disgust.

"As I said, London living is quite expensive. Besidesas you may have guessed, thanks to the incident with Robert's pistolI do like to gamble. When I win, I win big. But when I lose" He shrugged philosophically. "Money has gotten a bit tight. The creditors are becoming quite nasty with their threats. That was why I was so happy when I heard that Radcliffe had married you."

Charlie was having trouble following his reasoning. What did her marriage to Radcliffe have to do with his gambling? Unless "I realized then that God was giving me a second chance."

"God has nothing to do with this madness!" Charlie gasped.

He eyed her with a solemnity that seemed almost sane. "You are wrong, my dear.

The kings of England are direct descendants of Christ. His blood flows through our veins. God takes great interest in what I do. 'Dieu et mon droit"

If she had wondered about his sanity ere this, there was no longer a need to wonder. The man was mad. Still, she tried to reason with him. "Surely, Norwich, you do not believe that God wishes for you to blackmail us?"

"Blackmail?" He appeared surprised. "I do not intend to blackmail you anymore."

Now she was truly confused. "But the letter The demand that Radcliffe meet you here"

"Did I tell him to bring any jewels or coins?"

"Nay," she realized with a frown. "Then, what"

"I plan to kill him, of course." When she blanched at those easy words, he smiled. "You are married to Radcliffe. He has no other relatives. When he dies you will inherit all. Then I shall marry you and it will all be mine."

He was looking terribly pleased with himself, and much to Charlie's horror she could see that, had she not learned all she had today, and had Radcliffe been home, received the message, kept the meeting and been killed, she might very well, in time, have been charmed enough by the handsome, engaging man before her and have married himnever knowing he had killed her husband. But now she did know. "You do not honestly expect that if you do somehow manage to kill my husband, I will be willing to marry you?"

He scowled. "Unfortunately, that is the problem you have created by arriving here in his place today. You were never to know any of this. I fear you have rather messed up my plans. In some ways, it is almost a repeat of the day Mary and Robert died."

Charlie felt fear pierce her clear and sharp. Oddly enough, this was the first real fear she had felt since recognizing that Norwich was the man holding the pistol on her. Now, as she recalled his calm recitation of the way Mary had paid for messing up his plans, she very much feared for her life.

"My lord! Thank God you are home."

Radcliffe turned from closing the door to see Stokes hurrying toward him from the salon with Mrs Hartshair and Bessie hard on his heels. The expression on the usually placid man's face was enough to raise a responding anxiety in Radcliffe.

"What is it? Where is Charlie?"

"I that is I do not know," the servant admitted helplessly. "She went to fetch a book for BesLady Seguin, and she did not come back. When we checked the library it was empty. We searched the rest of the house but she is simply not here. I did not know what to do. I had no idea where you were so could not send word to you and" His voice trailed away unhappily.

Radcliffe stared at him blankly. "You mean she has just disappeared?"

"Well"

When Stokes hesitated, seemingly at a loss, Radcliffe asked, "How long has she been gone?"

"Since before noon," he admitted reluctantly. "I sent a message to Lady Elizabeth to ask if she had gone there, but have heard nothing back yet."

Radcliffe was absorbing all of this information when the door knocker sounded.