Page 20 of A Whisper at Midnight

Hadrian realized he could not entirely trust Beryl, even if he wanted to. She’d long ago demonstrated her infidelity, and it was likely that had not changed. That made him wonder what else she may be lying about.

He glanced toward the doorway, half expecting to see Teague standing there expectantly. He transferred his gaze to Tilda. “Should we leave soon?”

“Yes,” Tilda said with a nod.

Beryl put her hand on his sleeve. “You can’t go. I have questions about the inquest.”

“We can come here beforehand tomorrow,” Tilda suggested. “Perhaps we can talk to everyone and put your mind at ease.”

Hadrian suspected Tilda wanted to interview everyone. Doing so while preparing them for the inquest was rather ingenious.

Beryl’s features relaxed, but there was still an edge of tension in her posture. “That would be most helpful, thank you.” She looked at them both earnestly. “I was hoping I might impose on you to complete a couple of errands for me. I require a black hat and a few pairs of black gloves. Would you be able to fetch those from my milliner? Flanders on Regent Street.”

Tilda looked to Hadrian. He lifted a shoulder as he replied to Beryl. “We’d be happy to help. What is the other errand?”

“I’m in need of more sleeping tonic,” she said almost sheepishly. “I find I need it most nights, and I’m afraid tonight I will have much difficulty sleeping. You must visit my druggist, Newbold, in Leicester Place. Mrs. Styles-Rowdon recommended him. You’ll find him a bit thorny, but his sleeping tonic has done wonders for me. I’ve an account there, as well as at Flanders,” Beryl added.

“We can fetch that as well,” Tilda said kindly. “And we’ll bring everything back here later.”

Beryl’s frame slumped gently against the back of the settee. “Thank you.” She turned her head toward Hadrian. “I could not have borne this day without you.”

“I’m glad we could help in your time of need.”

Beryl turned to Tilda. “Thank you as well. You’ll let Mr. Forrest know there is no need for a divorce?” She stood, and Hadrian leapt to his feet.

“I will.” Tilda rose. “I hope you can find some rest.”

Beryl departed the parlor.

Tilda fixed her gaze on Hadrian. “Did you see anything when you touched her?”

“No. I wish I could understand this bloody ability so that I may control it.” He exhaled. “I am sorry it has not been helpful to you today.”

“It’s all right,” she said with a smile. “I am glad you are not suffering a headache.”

“Are you looking forward to visiting her druggist and milliner?” Hadrian asked.

Tilda’s mouth quirked up. “Of course.”

“You can also speak with Leach before we leave. So you can ascertain my alibi,” he added.

“I will, but I know you didn’t kill Chambers.”

“Thank you for that,” he said softly, grateful for her faith in him.

“I can’t believe I missed your coach when I arrived,” Tilda said as they walked to the entrance hall.

“Leach may have taken a turn around the block to keep the horses fresh. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Hadrian pulled his gloves from his pocket and drew them on. He opened the door, and they stepped outside into the cool March day.

The coachman inclined his head toward Tilda. “Good morning, Miss Wren. It’s a pleasure to see you.”

“I am also pleased to see you, Leach,” she said with a smile.

Hadrian pursued his goal of providing an alibi. “Leach, what time did you drive me home from the club last night?”

“It was just after eleven, my lord. Just as I told the constable.”