Page 139 of A Dangerous Lord (Regency Spies & Secrets 3)

Jane laughed. “Do Madalene and Emmeline know?”

“They do,” Baldwin replied, wincing.

“Does Mother know?” she asked.

Oliver shook his head. “No, she doesn’t.”

“I see,” Jane murmured. “I think it might be time that you told her.”

Baldwin gave her a curious look. “May I ask why you have a muff pistol in your hand?”

“I needed it to save Lord Evan’s life,” she replied.

Her brothers turned their stunned expressions towards Corbyn. “Is she telling the truth?” Baldwin asked.

Lord Evan nodded. “She is,” he responded. “Jane saved my life.”

“I’m impressed, Sister,” Oliver remarked. “I didn’t even realize you knew how to use a muff pistol.”

“Madalene taught me how to use one,” Jane shared.

“She did?” Baldwin asked with a lifted brow.

Jane smiled. “You will find that I am not the useless girl that you believe me to be.”

Baldwin wiped his hand over his face. “I believe I may have underestimated you.”

The Bow Street Runner she had seen with Lord Evan in Hyde Park stepped onto the roof and addressed Lord Evan. “Your agents have secured the building,” he said, “and I ensured that Sanders was bound and gagged before handing him over to them.”

“Thank you, Stewart,” Lord Evan replied. “May I ask what happened with the delay of your shot at the guard?”

Stewart gave him a sheepish look. “I wasn’t in a good position, and I had to quickly relocate to a better one,” he admitted. “I didn’t want to take a chance that I might miss.”

Lord Evan stepped closer to him and extended his hand. “I would be honored if you would consider becoming an agent of the Crown.”

“You want me to be a spy?” Stewart asked.

Lord Evan nodded. “You may require some extensive training, but I think you would be a good fit for our agency.”

A bright smile came to Stewart’s face as he shook Lord Evan’s hand. “Is the pay better?”

Lord Evan chuckled. “No, the pay is horrible.”

“I’ll do it,” Stewart replied.

Baldwin shook his head. “I never thought I would see the day that Corbyn accepted a Bow Street Runner in our ranks.”

“Nor I,” Oliver concurred.

Jane arched an eyebrow. “Why is that?”

“Because Corbyn hates Bow Street Runners,” Oliver shared, smiling.

Baldwin placed his hand on her shoulder. “We should get you home,” he said. “I have no doubt that Mother is beside herself with worry.”

“That would be for the best,” Jane agreed.

Lord Evan met her gaze. “Would it be possible for me to call upon you tomorrow?” His next words rushed out. “Just to ensure you are all right.”

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