Page 61 of A Dangerous Lord (Regency Spies & Secrets 3)

Realizing he was fighting a losing battle, Corbyn conceded. “As you wish.”

Lord Daniel nodded approvingly. “You are to meet him at Hyde Park today at noon. He will be waiting for you on a bench near Hyde Park Corner.”

“Am I expected to work with him on the case?”

“Yes,” Lord Daniel replied. “It is to be a joint investigation, for now.”

“That is a terrible idea.”

“Do not botch this assignment, Corbyn,” Lord Daniel pressed. “Need I remind you what is at stake?”

“No, you do not.”

“Good, because our entire economy will suffer tremendously if these forged notes continue to arrive at the Bank of England.”

“I understand.”

Lord Daniel seemed to study him for a moment. “Go home and see your father,” he encouraged.

“I will, eventually.”

“You don’t want to wait too long.”

“I am well aware.”

Lord Daniel pressed his lips together in disapproval. “I know there is some animosity between you and your father—”

Corbyn huffed loudly. “That is an understatement.”

“But he is still your father,” Lord Daniel pressed. “He wants what all parents want for their children.”

“Which is?”

“For their children to be better than they were.”

Corbyn shook his head. “My father just wants to control me.”

“But he hasn’t succeeded in that regard,” Lord Daniel remarked, giving him a knowing look, “has he?”

“Thankfully, no.”

Lord Daniel gave him a look that could only be construed as compassion. “Just think on what I said,” he urged. “You don’t want to miss out on your chance to say goodbye.”

Corbyn lowered himself onto the chair as he pondered Lord Daniel’s remarks. It might be time for him to return home to say his final goodbyes.

Lord Daniel tipped his head. “I will see myself out, but I want to be kept abreast of your investigation.”

“Yes, sir.”

After Lord Daniel left his study, Corbyn picked up a missive off the pile of correspondence, but he found he had little interest in reading the paper. His appointment with the Bow Street Runner was in a few hours, allowing him ample time to visit with his father.

Furthermore, he had no doubt that his mother would be pleased to see him, and he had promised her that he would visit soon. He would hate to break that promise.

Coming to a decision, he returned the missive to the pile and rose.

“Rudd!” Corbyn shouted.

A moment later, his steadfast butler appeared in the doorway. “Yes, milord?”

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