Page 17 of Noble Scoundrel

Katherine scooted forward. “Perhaps I should see if all is well.”

She was halted by Frederick’s tightening grip on her hand a bare moment before the door on his side of the cab flew open and a large man dressed in an ill-fitted brown coat and a hat with a wide, shadowing brim climbed in.

“Pardon me,” Katherine blurted in surprise. But the man ignored her, and the carriage started off again before he even got the door shut behind him. Kicking the packages aside, he took a seat across from them. Bleary eyes stared out from beneath the ill-shapen hat as the acrid scent of brine and woodsmoke filled the enclosed space.

“You’ve made an error, sir. This is a private carriage,” Katherine stated as she knocked on the roof of the vehicle to signal their driver to stop.

But the vehicle didn’t stop. In fact, it seemed to pick up speed. And the new passenger didn’t appear the slightest bit concerned by her words.

“What’s going on here?”

The man’s grey eyes slid over her. “Shut yer trap or I’ll shut it for ye. Ye’ll find out what’s what soon enough.”

Going red at his insulting response, Katherine opened her mouth to tell him exactly what she thought of his manner but was stopped by the rather tight squeeze of Frederick’s hand on hers. She glanced at him to see that he was staring intently at something. Following his gaze, she noticed the pistol stuffed into the man’s breeches. Extending her perusal, she also noted the handle of a rather large knife sticking out of the man’s boot.

What on earth was going on?

Though her heart was suddenly racing, she was relieved to see a certain calm focus in her brother’s expression. It was a mien she knew well and it reminded her that they’d be far better served by keeping their wits.

Their vehicle careened around a corner, taking the turn way too fast. All three of them were tossed to the side before being able to right themselves. The jostling shoved the pistol a bit farther into the man’s breeches. He’d have a hard time withdrawing it if he needed to do so quickly. The swift turn also caused the hatpin from her ruined bonnet to jab sharply into her thigh.

She dropped her hand to cover the sharp little tool. Not completely unarmed any longer. A hatpin was clearly useless against a gun or a knife, but it was sharp enough to draw blood with a biting sting that might create a moment of distraction. Under the right circumstances, it could be useful.

To draw focus away from the movements of her hand as she tried to free the hatpin from her bonnet, Katherine spoke again in an intentionally haughty tone. “Where are you taking us?”

Craggy features twisted into a grimace as the man pulled the long knife from his boot to rest it across his thigh. He flicked a broad thumb against the blade as he replied with heavy menace, “I said shut it.”

His response, though threatening enough, didn’t bother her as much as it probably should have. His little show of intimidation had allowed her the opportunity to the get the hatpin clasped in her fist and tucked beneath the fall of her skirts.

Keeping her mouth closed for the moment, she considered possible options for escape.

The man across from them had at least two weapons she could see. Though the gun was no longer going to be easy to access, the knife was going to be a problem. Their coachman had likely been replaced by an accomplice who was currently driving their carriage at a reckless speed through very heavy traffic.

Their only advantage was the fact that, within the carriage, it was the two of them against the one man. Any planned attack and escape had to happen quickly and efficiently, before the driver could join in and overpower them.

Frederick’s quick and subtle squeeze of her hand drew her attention once again. His gaze flickered to the door next to her. It had been damaged either when she’d been thrown against it or in the subsequent collision and now was barely latched and hung by only one hinge. It wouldn’t take much force at all to shove it open and leap free. But the vehicle would have to be slowed to a near stop to prevent severe injury from a tumble to the street. And even if she managed to escape in such a manner, there would never be enough time for Frederick to follow before their captor responded.

She gave a small shake of her head. She had no intention of attempting a plan that did not free them both.

The flash of frustration in her brother’s eyes might have made her smile if they weren’t in such a dire situation.

Maybe the hatpin would be enough to momentarily immobilize or hinder their captor so she and Frederick would both have time to escape.

Before she could consider it further, the carriage began to slow.

The man across from them pounded his fist on the wall. “Get it moving.” The driver’s response was indecipherable, but the anger in his voice was evident. With a muttered curse, their unwelcome passenger shifted his weight to lean forward and peer out Katherine’s window. The new position brought his knife temptingly within reach. “Blasted idiots,” the man grumbled in irritation.

Glancing aside at Frederick, she noted his gaze flying swiftly from the loosened door within inches of the man balanced at the edge of his seat to the opposite door on his side.

Katherine’s eyes widened in understanding. The siblings’ gazes locked for a bare moment as they took a deep breath in unison.

Then with a tight nod, Katherine initiated their unspoken plan.

Energy rushed through her as she stabbed her hatpin into the man’s hand, causing him to shout a curse and drop the knife, which she quickly kicked to the other side of the carriage. At the exact same moment, Frederick braced his back against the opposite wall and shoved the flat of his boot against the man’s back. The carriage door did nothing to stop him from tumbling out of the carriage and disappearing into the passing traffic.

Frederick had already thrown open the opposite door and braced himself in the opening as he looked over his shoulder to ensure she was following.

“Now, Frederick!” she shouted.

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