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Here's an excerpt from Queen, http://amzn.to/2kgLsfb
"Lord Rutherford needed an American investigator to help, and I made sure he hired me. I learned about the package during my work for him. As for the coded message, I wrote it. The key is a nursery rhyme out of an American schoolbook. No Englishman would ever consider the key might be American in origin.ʺ Her cheekiness hit its mark if Owen's wince was any indication.
"Was Rutherford aware he was hiring a woman?"
Isabel couldn't blame him for the many questions and gave him a saucy wink. "George Melbourne from the investigative agency of McHugh and Associates at your service. As for the other, this plot has been in motion a long time. I thought it best to let Rutherford intercept the package himself and on British soil.ʺ
Owen lifted an eyebrow. "George Melbourne?ʺ
Isabel laughed. "How else was I supposed to make a living? My skill set is limited and specific. Besides, can you imagine me bored to distraction pursuing any of the normal ladylike pursuits?"
"What about the globe? When you tripped in the study and knocked the globe over?ʺ
ʺVery few things I do are on accident."
Owen took to his feet. The still way he held himself bespoke his cautious reserve. ʺWhat do we do now?"
"Blend in and remain unnoticed until the Âne Hurlants makes port."
His eyes wandering toward the door, Owen asked, "And your associates?ʺ
Isabel crossed her arms and stared at him. "Anonymity is our best ally, and Iʹll cut you down myself before Iʹll let you compromise it."ʺ
Owen ran his hand across the lump on the back of his head. ʺI think I got your point."
"I didnʹt mean for that to happen," she grudgingly admitted.
"He didn't see who was trying to take me. If heʹd realized it was you, he might have used a gentler touch."
ʺHe? You have a protector?" The judgment in Owen's voice soured Isabel's stomach. Before she cut him down for his assumption, he hurried on. ʺThat came out wrong. I… You're obviously capable, but my memories of you as a young girl… I can't help but worry about you." Owen's words came to an awkward, stuttering stop that almost had Isabel feeling sorry for him.
"You knew me once upon a time, and I may even think you're a good man, but if you compromise me, youʹll meet your end at my hand.ʺ Bitterness simmered below the surface of Isabel's words.
Owen's eyes filled with questions. "I can't compromise what I don't know.ʺ