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"Save your thanks. I doubt that Iphiginia will he glad to see me. In my present mood, I am bound to prove even less amusing company for her than the ghosts in the cemetery.

The gates of Reeding Cemetery stood open. The gravestones and monuments beyond were barely visible in the mist.

Marcus got out of the carriage, a lantern in one hand and a pistol in the other. He glanced up at Dinks. "Wait here."

"Aye, m'lord. Would ye be wantin' any assistance?" "No. Watch the gates. If anyone tries to leave before I do, stop him." "Aye, m'lord." Dinks reached under his box for the pistol he kept hidden among his carriage tools. "I'll take care o' the matter for ye."

Marcus walked into the graveyard and contemplated,his surroundings for a moment. The swirling gray mist was so thick that he could not see much farther than the nearest rows of headstones.

He glanced down. The flaring light of the lantern revealed crushed damp grass between a row of stones. Someone else had come this way quite recently. It was impossible to tell whether the person had been entering or leaving the cemetery.

Marcus went forward swiftly, following the trail of matted grass. He ignored the smaller tombstones, searching for the larger, more imposing monuments that various people had erected in honor of the dear departed.

The dark mouth of a grotto loomed up suddenly in the fog. The deep sense of foreboding that plagued Marcus grew abruptly more intense. The footsteps he followed went right up to the gate and disappeared on the other side.

A dim glow of light from deep within the monument indicated the presence of a fading lantern.

"Iphiginia." Marcus strode to the gate and discovered at once that it was locked. He put the lantern down on the ground but kept the pistol in his hand. He shook the iron bars with the fury of a caged beast. The heavy gate rattled on its hinges. "Iphiginia, are you in there? For God's sake, answer me."

"Marcus." The lantern light drew closer. Footsteps sounded on the stone floor of the grotto. "Thank heavens, it's you."

"Bloody hell." Marcus watched as Iphiginia appeared at the end of the passageway. "I'll kill whoever is responsible for this, I swear it."

Iphiginia rushed toward the gate from the depths of the grotto. She stumbled to a halt on the other side of the iron bars. Her heavy gray cloak swirled around her. Her eyes were huge in the shadows of the hood.

Marcus's stomach clenched when he saw the stark expression that drew her delicate face taut. Her soft mouth trembled. She was breathing much too quickly. It was clear that fear had come close to tearing her apart, but she had somehow managed to retain her self-control.

Marcus knew that only sheer willpower had kept Iphiginia from succumbing to panic. Intense admiration for her courage surged through him.

"I saw the lantern light." There was a tremulous quality in Iphiginia's voice, but her words were astonishingly steady. She gripped one of the iron gate bars. "I prayed it would be you, but I could not be certain, so I stayed back inside the grotto."

Marcus put his hand through the bars and caught her chin. "I shall fetch my coachman. He will likely have something among his carriage tools that I can use to open this lock. Stay right where you are. I shall be back in a moment."

Iphiginia smiled weakly. "I am not going anywhere." "No," Marcus agreed grimly. "And I do not believe that you will be going anywhere again at night without me.

It took nearly fifteen minutes for Marcus to break the lock on the monument gate. When it finally came apart in his hands, he tossed the hammer and chisel to Dinks.

"Here, take these." "Yes m'lord." Dinks took charge of the tools. Marcus jerked open the gate. He started into the passageway but halted abruptly as Iphiginia flew out of the grotto.

He braced himself when he realized that she was heading straight toward him.

"Marcus. Deep satisfaction swept through him when she hurled herself into his arms. He caught her and held her very tightly until she stopped shivering.

"Hell and damnation, woman. Do not ever, ever do this to — me again," he growled into her hair. Then he looked at Dinks over the top of her head. "Let us be off."

"Ye won't get any argument from me, m'lord." Dinks wrinkled his nose as he surveyed the sepulchral grotto. "Don't much fancy hanging around a graveyard at any time, let alone at three in the mornin'."

Iphiginia raised her head and looked at Marcus and Dinks. "Thank you both," she whispered. "I shall always he grateful."

"Not at all, m'lady." Dinks tipped his hat. "Not at all. I've been in his lordship's employ f6r nearly ten years now. Don't generally see this sort of excitement. Kind o' livens things up a bit."

"Come." Marcus took a firm grip on Iphiginia's arm. "We have wasted enough time in this damnable place."

He hurried Iphiginia down a long row of brooding tombstones, out through the cemetery gates, and into the carriage. When he had her safely seated inside, he looked up at Dinks.

"Number Five, Morning Rose Square." "Aye, m'lord."

Marcus got into the carriage and sat down across from Iphiginia. He reached out to close the curtains and then he leaned back to study Iphiginia's face in the lamplight. Her eyes were still too shadowed, but other than that, she appeared to be surprisingly fit, considering the ordeal she had just endured.

For an instant he allowed himself to savor again the good feeling he'd experienced a few minutes earlier when she'd flown into his arms. Then his anger blossomed once more.

"Iphiginia, your activities tonight constitute, beyond a doubt, the most inexcusably reckless, thoughtless, brainless adventure I have had occasion to witness in longer than I can recall. You claim to he an intelligent female. Pray tell, what intellect was involved in this night's work?"

"Marcus-" "Damnation, what the devil did you think you were about?"

She winced. "Do you make a practice of lecturing all of your mistresses in such an unpleasant fashion?"

"No, madam, I do not," Marcus said through his teeth. "But then, I have never had a mistress such as yourself."

Her lips curved slightly and some of the sparkle reappeared in her eyes. "You mean you have never had a mistress-in-name-only?"

"No, I have not. And considering that you are merely masquerading as my mistress, I think I have a right to feel somewhat imposed upon. Christ, Iphiginia, you gave me a bad time tonight. How in God's name did you wind up locked in that bloody monument?"

"I assume that you have spoken to Amelia?" "Miss Farley was the one who told me where I would find you."

"Then you know that the instructions in the blackmail note were clear. I was to leave the money inside the grotto."

"Yes." "Someone came to the gates and locked them after I had gone inside," Iphiginia said quietly.

Marcus stiffened. Then he leaned forward. "You actually saw this person."

"For all the good it did. He wore a hooded cloak, just as I did. I saw nothing of his face. I'm not even certain that it was a man." Iphiginia reached inside the pocket of her gray cloak. "Whoever it was left this on the floor of the grotto."

Marcus took the note from her hand and read it quickly. "A threat."

"Yes. Obviously he or she knew I was not Aunt Zoe." "Then the bastard knows far too much." Marcus refolded the note. He glanced up, frowning, as a belated thought occurred to. him. "What did you do with the money?"

Iphiginia's eyes widened. "Good grief, I left it in the grotto."

"Bloody hell." Marcus stood up and pushed open the trapdoor in the carriage ceiling. "Turn back, Dinks. To the cemetery. Quickly."

Dinks shrugged. "Aye, m'lord."

Iphiginia frowned. "Do you think we'll get there in time to see the blackmailer pick up the money?"