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It happened again. I have doubled the guards.

- Filminster

Ridley House remained under watch, and word had reached him that another attempt had been made to force entry into his sister’s home. The only comfort was that capable men had been stationed there, ready to prevent any harm from reaching her.

Aidan strode toward the library, thoughts turning over with increasing urgency. Upstairs, Smythe was presumably at rest after a night spent out, his absence only solidifying Aidan’s growing suspicion.

Perhaps I should search his study once more?

The notion felt futile, but desperation made even a fruitless endeavor seem worth attempting. And still, a stronger thought pressed. He must follow Smythe himself. If the man slipped out again that afternoon, Aidan intended to know precisely where he went … and with whom.

There were few choices. He might first call at Ridley House to obtain the particulars of the latest disturbance and still return in time to observe Smythe should he venture forth on further errands.

Better that than wear a path into the library carpet while Smythe slept peacefully above.

His mind settled, Aidan turned for the hall to give instructions for his mount.

But as he reached the entry, he found the butler in quiet discussion with two liveried workmen. Together, they were engaged in the delicate removal of the grand painting that hung above the primary staircase.

A sweeping landscape met his gaze. English ladies in elaborate gowns and towering hats adorned with lace and ruffles, their powdered hair lending them an ethereal glow as they strolled through what appeared to be St. James’s Park. Small dogs cavorted at their feet, and the entire scene was captured with the fluid elegance of a master’s hand.

It was not only beautiful. It was valuable. Possibly even a Gainsborough.

Aidan’s brow furrowed. “What is this, Jenson?”

The butler, a slim man in his fifties with iron-gray hair and the composed demeanor befitting a long-standing servant, glanced over his shoulder at Aidan before returning his focus to the task at hand. Together, he and two workmen carefully eased the weighty, gilded frame to the ground with slow coordination.

Ordinarily, such proceedings would not be questioned by another gentleman, particularly not one outside the household. But Aidan was heir to a viscount, and few in service would dare withhold the truth from a man of his standing.

“Mr. Smythe has sold the painting, my lord,” Jenson said with careful formality. “These men have come to collect it.”

Aidan drew a hand through his hair, restraining the urge to curse aloud. His jaw tightened.

Again.

Each passing hour made the matter more evident. The continued liquidation of valuables, the timing of the murder, the persistent surveillance of Ridley House. All pointed to a man ensnared in desperate schemes.

It reeked of concealment. A killer needing coin to bury evidence, to silence witnesses, to stay one step ahead of ruin. Funds had been spent. Hired watchers, a treacherous footman now dead, and the cache of hidden currency found among his belongings.

The ongoing liquidation of assets coincided with both the murder and the recent attempts to breach Ridley House. Both reeked of desperation. A killer who needed to hide evidence of his dastardly deeds and obtain funds for some mysterious reason. Covering up the murder of a peer would cost coin. There were men being paid to watch Ridley House, and the now-deceased footman who had attacked Lily weeks earlier had hidden quite a stash in his things.

Most of Gwen’s dowry had been forfeited in light of the scandal, the Abbotts providing for her and their future progeny in the marriage contracts. Something Smythe had insisted on, and his own father had acquiesced to. Yet another indication that Smythe was obsessed with obtaining funds for some undisclosed reason.

As a result, Smythe had not been in a position to deny Aidan access to his residence because his contribution to Gwen’s future had been practically non-existent.

Smythe’s perfidy was on full display, and it was imperative that Aidan prove it and end this threat. If anything happened to Lily or her husband, the guilt would be too much to bear.