Jack Dandy, missus. Here to see the master of the house.
Good gracious, dont you know anything? This wasnt said with much sting; still...it stung. Use the servants entrance around back.
Jacks back straightened. By blood, he was this womans social superior. It was only that his father had no honor that made Jack a bastard. Had his father been a better man, Jack would have been raised in a house just as old and imposing as this.
Those were things he made himself remember when shame had him wanting to run off with his tail twixt his legs.
No, he said, very calmly. He gazed directly into the glasscould almost imagine the womans slack jaw. I will not go around to the servants entrance, for I am not a servant. I am an invited guest of your employer, and you can either open this bloody door or explain to him why the meeting he requested was delayedby you.
There was a rather pregnant pause. And then a click as the lock on the door was disengaged and the heavy oak swung open.
Jack stepped over the threshold with a bored air. Of course hed gotten his way. There was no greater threat to the working class than their employers wrath. That was why he hadnt been in any employ other than his own for the past six years.
The woman who greeted him was indeed pinched looking. She was barely five feet tallhe spied the box she had to stand on to inspect visitors on the stepand just shy of being considered sturdy. Her gaze was downcast as she bobbed in a slight curtsy before him. This way, Mr. Dandy, if you please.
He did indeed. He walked behind her as she led him from the hall to a corridor lined with portraits that dated back several hundreds of years, given the dress of the individuals. The rich hung on to family as if they were currencyunless they were illegitimate like Jack; then they were tossed awaywhile the poor couldnt spend theirs fast enough.
The house was decorated at the height of modern fashion, despite the obvious age of its exterior. Floral prints in a dizzying array of colors, shining brass and polished wood. He even saw a maid putting a small sweeper automaton away in its cupboard.
Jack had three of the little devils. Not because he was particularly dirty but because he thought them cute. And also, because he could.
Hmm. There was something familiar about this place, something tugging at the back... Bloody hell. Hed robbed it. Oh, this was a fine kettle, now wasnt it? Not that Abernathy had any way of knowing whod filched his silver and jewels that night, but the realization made Jack feel a little dirty all the same. He didnt often have to look his marks in the eye.
This was Finleys fault, this sudden attack of conscience. He was going to have to send that girl a bill or something. Or perhaps demand that she give him back his spine. Guilt was not a good look for himit gave one unsightly lines.
And now he felt bad for being rude to the housekeeper, as well. Damnation. He was going to have to cheat at cards and seduce a married woman just to get his equilibrium back.
The housekeeper stopped at a closed white-washed door, knocked and, when bade, entered. Jack heard her announce him, and then he swept into the room.
Abernathy was olderperhaps in his late forties or even early fifties. He wasnt very tall, had thinning blond hair, pale blue eyes and a nose that could only be described as...British. He was dressed in gray-striped trousers, a puce waistcoat and a dove-gray jacket. His shoes were so polished they were like mirrorsnot that the viscount could see his shoes past the prodigious curve of his belly. Jack didnt think hed ever met anyone who made him so keenly aware of his own height and slight build.
The viscounts expression when he saw him was terribly amusing. Either Abernathy hadnt known of Jacks parentage or he was a very fine actor, because all the color drained from his face, save for the blue of his eyes.
Jack waited until the housekeeper closed the door, sealing the two of them in the study alone to speak. Im a busy man, your lordshipfings to do and peoples to see and all that. To what onor do me boots muddy-up your prett-ee rug?
The man winced at his atrocious accent. Jack narrowed his eyes. Perhaps hed laid it on a bit too thick. Of course it was a horrible way of speakinghed worked hard to perfect it. Sounding the way he did ingratiated him to the people of Whitechapel, but it also made people from other parts of the city underestimate him. For the most part, he liked being underestimated. People said and did all sorts of things in front of you when they thought you were more thug than brain.
The man winced at his atrocious accent. Jack narrowed his eyes. Perhaps hed laid it on a bit too thick. Of course it was a horrible way of speakinghed worked hard to perfect it. Sounding the way he did ingratiated him to the people of Whitechapel, but it also made people from other parts of the city underestimate him. For the most part, he liked being underestimated. People said and did all sorts of things in front of you when they thought you were more thug than brain.
Viscount Abernathy, however, would do well not to underestimate him. Did the older man think himself better just because he had a big house and a lofty title? The aristocracy wasnt what it used to be, and Jack reckoned his fortune was as large, if not larger, than the viscounts.
Bloody hell. What was wrong with him? Next thing he knew hed suggest a pissing contest just to see which of them had the longest reach.
Would it give less offense, my lord, if I spoke to you in a manner of conversation to which you are more accustomed?
The older mans eyes widened. Perhaps he noted the change in Jacks demeanor as well as his speech, or perhaps Jack resembled his estranged pater in more ways than his good looks. You may speak in whatever manner you choose, Mr. Dandy.
Jack shrugged. You, as well, my lord. He glanced at a black leather wingback chair. Mind if I sit?
Abernathy gave his head a shake. Yes, of course. Please, do. Would you like a drink?
Coffee, if you have it.
The man blinked. Coffee?
Jack nodded as he set his hat on a small table and propped his walking stick nearbywithin reach, of course. Yes, please. I never imbibe when Im discussing business. Its bad...for business.
Yes, I see how it would be. It was obvious, however, that he didnt see it at all. Judging from the gin blossoms on the mans beak, Jack would wager the man spent most of his time half-pickled.
The viscount pressed a switch on a little box on his desk. A second later the housekeepers voice came out of the box. Yes, Lord Breckenridge?
Coffee, please, Mrs. Dean. And some sandwiches. And some of those little cakes you make that are so delicious.
Good God. Was Abernathy flirting with his housekeeper?
Of course, my lord. And she was being all coy in return.
Jack eyed his walking stick and wondered if jabbing the blade up his nose and into his brainpan might take away the image of the two of them trying to put their parts together around their notable middles. Instead of testing the theory, he sat down in the chairit was as comfortable as it looked.
When Abernathy was done cooing to Mrs. Dean, he came and sat down in the chair opposite Jacks. First of all, I want to thank you for responding to my request for a meeting so quickly.
You have impeccable timing. This is my only free afternoon for some time. It wasnt, of course. His business happened mostly at night, in the dark and shadows, but Abernathy didnt need to know that his afternoons were open for at least the next three to four days.
Oh, very good. I suppose you are wondering why I requested a meeting as weve never been introduced.
I rarely wonder at anything, my lord. And its not as though were totally ignorant of one another, is it?
The viscount had to be a lousy card player. His cheeks flared red, and his left eyelid twitched.
All the ladies must find him so very attractive.
Yes, quite right.
Jack leaned back in his chair, crossing his right leg over his left as his hands dangled over the leather armrests. He was rather enjoying himself. You are a friend of my father, are you not?
If Abernathy flushed any redder, Jack could sell him to a freak show as The Incredible Tomato Man. We are well acquainted, yes.
I wager it wasnt he who pointed you in my direction, though, was it?
Make that The Incredible Lobster Man. Indeed not. I was given your direction by
Dont. Jack held up his hand. Who hardly matters. Im more concerned with why.
It was at that moment that Mrs. Dean arrived with refreshment. She set a silver tray laden with food and a large pot of coffee that smelled strong and rich on the table between them.
Thank you, Mrs. Dean, Abernathy said. Well serve ourselves.
She curtsiedignoring Jackand bustled out of the room like an engine with a furnace full of burning coal.
I think you intimidate her.
Jack poured himself a cup of coffee. I have that effect. He took a plate and placed three little sandwiches on it before leaning back in his chair. Not that I dont appreciate the hospitality, but why am I here, my lord?
Abernathy, who was fixing his own cup of coffee, cleared his throat. I understand that you occasionally avail yourself to the transportation industry.
Jack wouldnt necessarily call it an industry, or say that he availed himself to much of anything. He got involved in schemes and opportunities that promised to pay him extremely well for the amount of risk he had to take. Do you have something that requires transportation?
The viscounts cheeks flushed. The man was hopeless. Yes. Something that requires a certain amount of...discretion.
Men like Abernathy only used that word when they knew they were doing something they oughtnt. I realize your circle considers it gauche to discuss remuneration, but I do not put my reputation or personal freedom on the line for cheap, sir.
The mans lips curled briefly, as though hed bitten into something bad. Jacks first thought was to poke him in the throathard. Of course. What is your price? I suppose youll want it up front?
He made it sound as though Jack had asked for a kiss on top of it all. Half to seal the deal and half upon completion would be the gentlemanly agreement.