For Your Arms Only
“Cressida said for the fourth time. “I could tell Mr. Wallace the direction and stay behind, out of the way.”
“Nonsense.” True to Cressida’s suspicion, Madame Wallace was proving to be far more than she appeared. She wore a pair of loose dark trousers and a dark, close-fitting jacket. Her black hair was pulled back into a tight braid that snaked down her back. Cressida caught the gleam of a knife, strapped to her forearm, when lightning flashed. She stared at it in uneasy fascination, and wondered what she had gotten herself into. Madame had swept her into the waiting carriage, and now Mr. Wallace was driving them along at a perilous speed toward the Lacey home. “Tell me more. What did you read?”
Cressida shivered again. “My father was responsible for it all,” she said in a small voice. It was horrible to think, let alone say out loud. “He helped another officer commit treason, then he put the incriminating papers in Al—in Major Hayes’s belongings when it appeared the major had... been killed in battle.MoreLess
“Nonsense.” True to Cressida’s suspicion, Madame Wallace was proving to be far more than she appeared. She wore a pair of loose dark trousers and a dark, close-fitting jacket. Her black hair was pulled back into a tight braid that snaked down her back. Cressida caught the gleam of a knife, strapped to her forearm, when lightning flashed. She stared at it in uneasy fascination, and wondered what she had gotten herself into. Madame had swept her into the waiting carriage, and now Mr. Wallace was driving them along at a perilous speed toward the Lacey home. “Tell me more. What did you read?”
Cressida shivered again. “My father was responsible for it all,” she said in a small voice. It was horrible to think, let alone say out loud. “He helped another officer commit treason, then he put the incriminating papers in Al—in Major Hayes’s belongings when it appeared the major had... been killed in battle.MoreLess
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