unfinished between them.
He called for a pen and ink, spending one of Isabella's guineas lavishly on the privilege of having the letter delivered immediately to an address in Brook Street.
The note was very simple:
Alistair, my plans have changed. I rely on you to get me out of here with great despatch . My thanks, S.
He paused, then added a postscript.
Pray find out for me, if you would, who are the major creditors of Princess Isabella Di Cassilis.
The turnkey was waiting to take the note. Marcus knew the man would fulfill his commission. The jailers in the Fleet had a fine instinct for power and they could sniff the change in Marcus's fortunes.
This, they knew, was a man who would soon be free.
CHAPTER FOUR
M r. C hurchward the E lder , of the renowned London firm Churchward and Churchward, lawyers to the noble and the discerning, was startled to receive a visit early the following morning from no less a personage than Princess Isabella Di Cassilis. He had seen the princess only the day before, when he had had the melancholy duty of informing her of her late husband's appalling debts. Princess Isabella had taken the news well and had promised him that she would apprise him shortly of the steps that she meant to take to clear the sum. It seemed that she had already found a solution.
Mr. Churchward came forward, hand outstretched. Had Princess Isabella not already been seated, he would certainly have dusted the chair for her. Although he professed a total impartiality toward all his clientele, it was in fact the case that Princess Isabella was one of Mr. Churchward's most favored clients. The lawyer had some very chivalrous ideas about ladies in distress and he would have liked nothing more than to see a hero on a white charger ride to the rescue of this particular courageous lady. Unfortunately he was not that man. He was only her lawyer.
"Madam!" He took her hand and shook it warmly. "There was no need for you to come to my chambers. I should have been delighted to call upon you."
"I would not dream of putting you to so much trouble, Mr. Churchward," Isabella said with a smile that made Mr. Churchward tingle down to his toes. 'This is a simple matter and will take a mere moment. I have come to settle my debt and I wondered whether you would deal with Henshalls for me?"
"Of course!" The lawyer shuddered to think of a lady as delicate as the Princess setting foot in the moneylenders' offices. Not that Princess Isabella appeared fragile, precisely. A lady who had survived the rigors of marriage to the feckless Prince Ernest was to be congratulated on her hardiness. Mr. Churchward shook his head. His expression said all that was needed on the subject of profligate princes who ran through a fortune and then proceeded to accumulate debt with the gusto that others collected paintings or Grecian antiquities. Irresponsible, foolish, selfish, callous and downright unpleasant were descriptions of Prince Ernest that might have sprung to Mr. Churchward's lips had he been less discreet. His mouth compressed to a thin line as he regarded the lady who was obliged to reap the consequences of Prince Ernest's financial recklessness.
The princess gave him another of her mischievous smiles, which set his blood pressure awry and caused him to blush deeply. Delving in her reticule, Princess Isabella extracted a piece of paper.
"I believe that Henshalls will find this in order," she said sweetly. " They will not care for it much, but they cannot argue with it."
Mr. Churchward, who had expected to be holding a money order, found that he was in fact clutching a marriage certificate. Further perusal confirmed that it was for a marriage contracted in the Fleet Prison. Accompanying it was a note that stated that a certain John Ellis was prepared to take on his wife's debts in their entirety.
Mr. Churchward gasped and adjusted his spectacles, the better to confirm the news his sinking heart was telling him.
"But
He called for a pen and ink, spending one of Isabella's guineas lavishly on the privilege of having the letter delivered immediately to an address in Brook Street.
The note was very simple:
Alistair, my plans have changed. I rely on you to get me out of here with great despatch . My thanks, S.
He paused, then added a postscript.
Pray find out for me, if you would, who are the major creditors of Princess Isabella Di Cassilis.
The turnkey was waiting to take the note. Marcus knew the man would fulfill his commission. The jailers in the Fleet had a fine instinct for power and they could sniff the change in Marcus's fortunes.
This, they knew, was a man who would soon be free.
CHAPTER FOUR
M r. C hurchward the E lder , of the renowned London firm Churchward and Churchward, lawyers to the noble and the discerning, was startled to receive a visit early the following morning from no less a personage than Princess Isabella Di Cassilis. He had seen the princess only the day before, when he had had the melancholy duty of informing her of her late husband's appalling debts. Princess Isabella had taken the news well and had promised him that she would apprise him shortly of the steps that she meant to take to clear the sum. It seemed that she had already found a solution.
Mr. Churchward came forward, hand outstretched. Had Princess Isabella not already been seated, he would certainly have dusted the chair for her. Although he professed a total impartiality toward all his clientele, it was in fact the case that Princess Isabella was one of Mr. Churchward's most favored clients. The lawyer had some very chivalrous ideas about ladies in distress and he would have liked nothing more than to see a hero on a white charger ride to the rescue of this particular courageous lady. Unfortunately he was not that man. He was only her lawyer.
"Madam!" He took her hand and shook it warmly. "There was no need for you to come to my chambers. I should have been delighted to call upon you."
"I would not dream of putting you to so much trouble, Mr. Churchward," Isabella said with a smile that made Mr. Churchward tingle down to his toes. 'This is a simple matter and will take a mere moment. I have come to settle my debt and I wondered whether you would deal with Henshalls for me?"
"Of course!" The lawyer shuddered to think of a lady as delicate as the Princess setting foot in the moneylenders' offices. Not that Princess Isabella appeared fragile, precisely. A lady who had survived the rigors of marriage to the feckless Prince Ernest was to be congratulated on her hardiness. Mr. Churchward shook his head. His expression said all that was needed on the subject of profligate princes who ran through a fortune and then proceeded to accumulate debt with the gusto that others collected paintings or Grecian antiquities. Irresponsible, foolish, selfish, callous and downright unpleasant were descriptions of Prince Ernest that might have sprung to Mr. Churchward's lips had he been less discreet. His mouth compressed to a thin line as he regarded the lady who was obliged to reap the consequences of Prince Ernest's financial recklessness.
The princess gave him another of her mischievous smiles, which set his blood pressure awry and caused him to blush deeply. Delving in her reticule, Princess Isabella extracted a piece of paper.
"I believe that Henshalls will find this in order," she said sweetly. " They will not care for it much, but they cannot argue with it."
Mr. Churchward, who had expected to be holding a money order, found that he was in fact clutching a marriage certificate. Further perusal confirmed that it was for a marriage contracted in the Fleet Prison. Accompanying it was a note that stated that a certain John Ellis was prepared to take on his wife's debts in their entirety.
Mr. Churchward gasped and adjusted his spectacles, the better to confirm the news his sinking heart was telling him.
"But
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