Page 61 of If Not for the Duke

“No. I like to keep my money in England where I can watch over it.” He stilled, regret flashing across his face. “Terribly sorry, Your Grace. I meant no offense.”

“None taken. Any idea where I could find Winslow?” Sterling had no idea what he might ask the man if he had the chance to speak with him that wouldn’t put both Ludham and him on guard. But it wouldn’t hurt to learn more while he had the chance.

“I believe he’s a member of the Exploration Club.”

Sterling nodded. The club had started over fifty years ago by a group of friends who determined the organization was the best way to be certain they didn’t drift apart. While a few of the members had gone on expeditions, most simply enjoyed talking about the trips others had taken. The last Sterling heard the group numbered well over fifty. Several were members of the Royal Geological Society, but not all.

The focus of the club tended to be social in nature rather than scientific. There was nothing wrong with that as far as Sterling was concerned. Any reason men gathered to have an intelligent conversation was fine.

“Do you know if Ludham is a member, as well?” Sterling asked.

“Yes, I’m sure of it.” He frowned. “Many of the Royal Geological Society members are.”

Sterling nodded. “I’m aware. Just curious about Ludham.”

“I believe they meet this evening, so you might find them there at some point,” Dyke advised.

It would be simple enough to drop by to see what more he could discover about Winslow. Perhaps he would be there, and Sterling could ask a few direct questions.

After thanking Dyke for his time, Sterling took the carriage to Albemarle Street, which wasn’t far. He entered the establishment with the faint hope of finding his quarry but was soon directed by one of the members to a reception room where several familiar faces were enjoying a drink and a lively discussion.

If he didn’t know better, he would almost think Winslow stiffened at the sight of him. How interesting.

Sterling exchanged pleasantries with a few of the men before looking directly at Winslow, who had eased back a few steps as if wishing to avoid him. “Winslow, might I have a word?”

The man glanced at his companions, suggesting he hoped they might provide an acceptable reason for him to refuse. No one said a word.

“Of course, Your Grace.” He bowed and gestured toward the opposite side of the room.

Sterling decided to get straight to the point. “I understand you’re acquainted with Walter Clarke.”

“Clarke?” He frowned as if trying to place the name.

“I’m sure you remember him,” Sterling insisted, trying to hold onto his patience. “He’s leading the dig on Oak Island at the present time.”

“Oh, yes. Right. I have heard of him.” Winslow tilted his head. “Do you think it’s true? What everyone is saying.”

“What might that be?”

“That he’s digging in the wrong place.”

Sterling did his best to hide his temper. “Where did you hear such nonsense?” How many people had Lena told of her suspicions?

“Several have mentioned it.” Winslow’s brow rose, and his eyes gleamed with amusement.

Sterling knew the man was simply trying to gain a reaction. Still, it was all he could do to keep from giving him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under his skin.

It was only logical that Lena would share her theory with her brothers-in-law. While annoying that she stated her claim without proof, she was entitled to her opinion. The best he could hope for was that Clarke provided results. Then no one could deny the truth.

However, there was also the chance she was right. He liked to think he would gracefully admit defeat if that happened. He hoped he wouldn’t have to as he didn’t want to disappoint Bernie.

“Have you been in contact with Clarke?” Sterling asked, returning to the purpose of his visit.

“Me?” His eyes widened in surprise. “Why would I? Have you not heard from him of late?”

“I receive reports on a regular basis.” Sterling hated that he was becoming defensive and allowing his distrust of Clarke to color his response. “I would like to know what you know about Clarke.”

“Very little.” Winslow shrugged. “I’ve only met the man once.”

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