Page 34 of A Dangerous Lord (Regency Spies & Secrets 3)

“I’m afraid I don’t have time,” Corbyn replied. “I’m attempting to keep England safe at the moment.”

“That is a never-ending task,” Baldwin stated.

“I agree.”

Oliver untied his cravat and let the ends hang down. “I’m afraid I am eager to get out of these clothes and into the bath,” he said. “Is there anything else we need to discuss?”

Corbyn nodded. “Have either of you heard anything about counterfeiters?”

“I have not,” Oliver replied.

“Why do you ask?” Baldwin inquired.

“Hannity asked one of my informants if she’d received any forged banknotes,” he explained. “I don’t know what lead he was chasing down, since his assignment had nothing to do with counterfeiters.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what was his assignment?” Baldwin inquired.

“It was similar to Oliver’s,” Corbyn shared. “These blasted radical cells are popping up all over England, and we have to determine which ones are legitimate threats.”

“Most are just schoolboys expressing their discontent with society,” Oliver expressed.

“I would agree, but we can’t dismiss them outright without investigation,” Corbyn said. “I was thinking of assigning Sanders to the case.”

“Sanders?” Oliver asked. “Do you think he is ready?”

“I do. After all, he is a competent agent.”

Oliver bobbed his head in agreement. “That is true, but has he recovered from his injury?”

“I relegated him to desk duty these past few weeks due to his broken arm, but I believe he is ready to go out into the field again,” Corbyn said.

“I have no doubt he will be pleased by that,” Oliver remarked.

“Sanders’ assignment will be relatively simple,” Corbyn shared. “He will try to determine what Hannity was up to.”

Baldwin gave him a knowing look. “Have you made any progress on the note that was left for you at Hannity’s?”

Corbyn shook his head. “Not yet, but I have been rather busy,” he admitted. “I’m hoping Sanders’ investigation will yield some clues as to where the note came from.”

“I hope you are right,” Baldwin said.

“Regardless, I don’t have time to take all the threats on my life seriously,” Corbyn stated wryly.

“You have had more than one death threat?” Oliver asked.

Smirking, Corbyn replied, “You don’t get to my position without making some enemies.”

“I suppose not,” Oliver remarked as he stood. “I will think on what I shall say to Jane about why I was at The Gutted Fish.”

“Make the lie believable,” Baldwin pressed. “Jane is clever.”

Oliver grinned. “That she is, but she is blinded by her annoyance of me.” He walked over to the door and opened it. “I shall see you gentlemen later.”

After Oliver closed the door, Corbyn shifted in his seat to face Baldwin. “How did your talk with Jane go?”

“It went well,” Baldwin replied. “I’m hoping she will think twice before she does something foolish like that again.”

Corbyn gave his friend an amused look. “I see that being impulsive runs in the family.”

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