Jeremy hesitated, clearly torn between good manners and a dis­tinct distaste for Sebastian's presence. Good manners won.

"Very well." He got into the carriage and sat down. "I trust this will not take long. I am on my way home. It's been a long night and I plan to attend a boxing match in the morning."

"It concerns Lillian," Sebastian said quietly. He closed the car­riage door.

"Lillian?" Jeremy stared at him as the carriage rumbled forward. "Haven't you already said enough on that subject?"

"I have recently learned how she died," Sebastian said. "I thought you should know the truth."

"I don't understand. I told you that Lillian drowned."

Prudence touched Jeremy's arm. "Listen to Angelstone, Mr. Fleet-wood. Your beloved Lillian did not drown. She was driven to her death by four terrible men."

Jeremy gazed at her in astonishment. "I don't understand," he said again.

"Neither did we until tonight." Sebastian relit the carriage lamp. He leaned back into the corner of the seat and quietly told Jeremy the entire tale, including his own involvement in the investigation.

It was just as well he had brought Prudence along, he reflected when he was finished. Jeremy might not have believed him otherwise. But Prudence's presence and her air of genuine concern lent credibil­ity to the story. Jeremy looked at her several times for confirmation. Each time Prudence nodded soberly.

"It's true, Mr. Fleetwood," she said at last. "All of it. I myself helped question Bloomfield."

"And Curling is the one who is trying to implicate you in the deaths of Ringcross and Oxenham," Sebastian added. "He deliber­ately made certain that I would find the evidence that pointed to you."

Jeremy's mouth tightened. "Because he thought that you would seize the opportunity of seeing me arrested for murder."

"Yes."

"You say you occasionally involve yourself in investigations such as this?" Jeremy looked at Sebastian.

"Yes."

"But why in God's name would you choose to do so?"

Sebastian shrugged. "It amuses me."

Prudence pushed the hood of her cloak back slightly. "Curling miscalculated badly, of course. He apparently did not realize that as the head of the family, Sebastian would not hesitate to protect you."

"I beg your pardon, Lady Angelstone," Jeremy said tightly, "but I find that as difficult to believe as Curling obviously does."

"Nonsense," Prudence said. "I told you the other day that there is no question of where Sebastian's ultimate loyalty lies."

Sebastian regarded her with a hooded gaze. "There is no necessity to go into that right now, madam."

Jeremy glanced at him and then looked back at Prudence. "Did those four men really abuse my poor Lillian and drive her to her death?"

Prudence nodded sadly. "I do not think there is any question about it. But we will never be able to prove it."

Jeremy's eyes narrowed. "I do not care whether or not you can prove it, Lady Angelstone, as long as you are certain of the facts."

"As certain as we can be." Prudence looked at Sebastian. "Is that not right, sir?"

"I believe Bloomfield's tale." Sebastian watched as Jeremy's gloved hand curled into a fist. "But I think it will be possible to get confirmation."

Jeremy's head turned swiftly toward him. "From whom?"

"From Curling himself," Sebastian said slowly. He met Jeremy's eyes. "I suggest that you and I talk to him."

Jeremy hesitated, searching Sebastian's face. Then he jerked his chin up abruptly. "By God, yes."

"It is obviously time to make our plans." Prudence glanced expec­tantly at Sebastian. "What shall we do first?"

"First, my dear, Jeremy and I are going to take you home."

"Oh, no, my lord, you cannot leave me out of this."

Jeremy frowned. "You cannot possibly come with us, Lady Angel­stone. This is men's business. Isn't that right, Angelstone?"

"Yes," Sebastian said, surprised by the vehemence in Jeremy's voice. "Quite right."

He braced himself as Prudence opened her mouth to argue. This time he would stand his ground, he told himself.

But to his astonishment, she closed her mouth again without say­ing a word.

It was nearly four in the morning before Sebastian finally found himself alone in the carriage with Jeremy. They were headed for Curl­ing's house. Prudence had maintained her unaccustomed silence all the way home, where Sebastian had quickly escorted her inside and sent her upstairs to bed. He knew she would be waiting up for expla­nations when he got home.

"I shall challenge Curling, of course," Jeremy burst out as soon as the carriage was in motion.

"Will you?"

"It is all I can do to avenge poor Lillian. When I think of what she must have gone through that night, my blood boils."

"Risking your neck in a duel will not bring her back," Sebastian said softly.

Jeremy's eyes glittered. "I intend to kill him."

"Are you a creditable shot?"

"I have practiced for some time at Manton's gallery."

Sebastian smiled faintly. "Is your mama aware of your interest in the sport?"

Jeremy shifted uncomfortably. "No, ‘course not. She wouldn't ap­prove."

Sebastian listened to the clatter of the horses' hooves on the pav­ing stones. "Tell me, Cousin, have you ever actually engaged in a duel?"

"Well, no, but I'm certain I can hit my target"

"Putting a bullet in a man who is aiming a pistol at your heart is not quite the same as putting a bullet in a target at Manton's," Sebas­tian said quietly. "It requires ice, not fire, in one's veins. You are too hot-blooded for dueling."

Jeremy scowled at him. "There are rumors that you have fought one or two duels in your time."

Sebastian gave him a bland look. "Dueling is illegal."

Jeremy's eyes slid awkwardly away from Sebastian's face. "Yes, sir, I know." He cleared his throat. "You are accounted something of a legend, sir, as I'm certain you are well aware. You are a man of the world. I would greatly appreciate it if you would give me some hints on the subject of conducting a duel."

"Your mama would not approve."

"Hang my mama." Jeremy's eyes were suddenly fierce. "It's none of her affair. I have to do this for Lillian. Don't you understand? I loved her."

Jeremy meant every word, Sebastian thought. He made his own decision. "Very well. If it comes to a duel, I shall act as one of your seconds."

Jeremy was taken aback. "You will?"

"Yes."

"I say, Angelstone." Jeremy stared at him in astonishment. "That's very good of you, sir. I appreciate it."

"You do realize that if you get yourself killed your mama will blame me. And so will my wife." Sebastian smiled faintly. "I can deal with your mama, but I do not like to contemplate my future if Lady Angelstone concludes that I did nothing to prevent you from getting yourself shot."

"I do not intend to get myself shot," Jeremy said. "The goal is to put a bullet in Curling."

"No, Cousin," Sebastian said softly. "The goal is to destroy Curl­ing. Challenging him to a duel is a tactic of last resort."

"Why?"

"The results would be far too uncertain. He might very well sur­vive, for example, even if you do lodge a bullet in him. Many men do. Trust me when I tell you that there are other, more reliable methods for accomplishing your goal."

Jeremy watched him as the carriage rumbled down the street. "How do you suggest I go about destroying Curling?"

Sebastian explained the plan he had been formulating since the moment he had discovered the business agreement that bound The Princes of Virtue.

They arrived at Curling's town house an hour before dawn. The fog was thickening rapidly.

Curling's butler, disheveled and angry at having been summoned from his bed at such an early hour, answered the door. He sighed at the sight of two gentlemen standing on the doorstep.