After Leopold had left for his ride, Janet went to see Kate. She
found her weeping in the pillow and this was so unlike Kate. Kate was so
strong and Janet was always envious how she carried herself, seeing her
like this was devastating. She went to the bed and rested her hand on her
shoulder, "Kate, what is it? Did you tell him everything?"
Kate turned towards her, "No, but he knows something is terribly wrong and when he comes back, I am going to have to tell him. So much for the happy joyful mood he was in earlier. You should have seen the look on his face when he found out about the baby. Janet, he was so ecstatic. That smile, it was like a little boy on Christmas day opening his presents. And then it was gone, the minute he found out we were at Westlake last night."
"Maybe you should have just gotten it over with and told him everything. You sent him out on a ride in a foul mood? Not a good idea, Kate."
"I had no choice. My mind is all jumbled up, I know I have to tell him but I have to do it with some kind of compassion, don't you think?"
Kate got up and went to get her coat, where she had left a handkerchief in the pocket. As she felt through the pockets she found the handkerchief but realized her wallet was not there. She had had it that morning at Westlake. She panicked. Her wallet had things in it that linked her to the future. If anyone found it..anyone…oh, god, if Edgar found it.
Janet saw her distress, "What are you looking for?"
"My wallet. You know the one, the small brown leather one?"
"The one you won't allow out of your sight? I think I know what you are talking about." Janet said sarcastically. There had been a dispute over it in the past, and Janet found her secretiveness about it very peculiar.
"It must have fallen out of my pocket at Westlake, maybe when I fell on the steps. I have to go back and get it."
Janet laughed, "I don't think that will happen now. Leopold won't let you go back there."
"Leopold is out for a ride, he will be an hour or more."
"Kate, you can't go there. Edgar is probably back from London."
"I don't care. I have to have it back."
"What is in it that is so important?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"Janet, I don't have time for this. I have to get a move on. I guess I could ride Guinevere over there."
"You can't ride, not when you are pregnant. Kate, you could lose the baby."
"I am going…" Kate rushed past her and out the door and down the stairs. Janet followed her. When they got to the stables Jack was saddling Merlin in a mad rush,
"You seem to be in a hurry, Jack."
"It's Leopold, he didn't go for a ride up to the hills."
Kate looked concerned, "What do you mean?"
"Thomas saw him as he was coming back from the village, he was heading for Westlake. I am going after him. I don't think it's safe for him there."
"I am going too, I'll saddle up Guinevere." She headed towards the tack room. And Jack followed her.
"You aren't going anywhere, Kate. I will look after Leopold. Edgar is back from London, no doubt and it's not safe for you there."
"Jack, you don't understand, there is much more at stake here. I can't explain it, I have to go. You can't stop me."
"And what about the baby? Kate, it's not just you anymore, you are carrying Leopold's child. Think about the baby."
"Believe me I am. It's a short ride to Westlake, I can be careful. I know you are concerned but I don't have any choice I'm afraid."
Janet stood behind them, "She lost her wallet. That is what this is about."
Kate turned to her, "I know you think I have kept things from you and yes, I have but you wouldn't understand. It is better you don't know."
Jack remembered her talking to Leopold on the steps earlier, but didn't say anything. "So the Spencers aren't the only ones keeping secrets." By Jack's tone of voice, it was obvious he was losing all trust in her, "Do you keep these secrets from Leopold as well? Maybe his uncle had every right being concerned about Leopold's choice of brides."
Janet too felt hurt but knew they were wasting time, "Jack, you need to get to Leopold."
Jack gave Kate an evil look and went back out to Merlin, as he mounted the horse he looked at Janet, "You are to stay clear of Westlake, do you understand?"
She nodded. He then looked at Kate, "I don't care what you do." He gave Merlin a kick and rode off down the road.
Kate went back to Guinevere and Janet followed her, "You aren't really going to go, are you?"
"I most certainly am. This is very serious, Janet."
"I know you are different, I thought so at the very start, when you first came here, that is why Leopold loves you so. You speak your mind, and are independent and he loves that about you. But you aren't like anyone around here. Anyone I have ever encountered."
Kate wasn't sure what she was getting at, "I like you, Kate. Jack does as well."
"Not anymore. That doesn't matter right now."
"He doesn't like people who lie, people who are trying to be something they aren't."
"I am who you see, I wish I could explain, but I can't."
"I want to go with you to Westlake. You can't go alone."
"No, Janet, Jack would have a fit."
"Maybe it was time I fought my own battles. Jack can't always do it for me. Maybe it wouldn't hurt me to be more like you."
"I don't think Jack wants you like me."
"I don't want anything to happen to Leopold. I am partly to blame don't you see that?"
"You have nothing to do with it. It has to do with the title of Duke and Edgar wanting what he believes is his."
"If I would have told Leopold what I knew, this would never have happened."
"I can't let you go with me."
"I am going, I can ride Lady Mountbatten's mare. I have to go. Everyone I have ever loved is there, Leopold, Jack and now you…if anything happens to any of you…"
"Stop that talk, okay, you can go with me."
She smiled as she went and got the mare saddled and ready.
Edgar sat in his room and was pleased with the events of the day; he reached into his pocket for a cigarette paper and found the small purse he had picked up earlier. He turned it around in his hands and then opened it. He wasn't prepared for what he found inside. Photographs, colored with people in odd clothes. Kate was in one, with a young man making a silly face into the camera, there was one of a couple with 2 young children, cards of every sort, one said VISA, with the name Kate McKay indented on the bottom. What the hell was this? He had never seen anything like it. He then came across what was called a New York Drivers License. A picture of Kate in one corner. He didn't understand it but he read the information on the card, an address, a birthdate…October 20, 1967. His eyes took a double take…1967! Then an expiration date…2002! Edgar closed the wallet and rubbed his eyes, then opened it again. He must be having hallucinations. But when he opened the wallet the dates remained the same. There was a compartment with money in it, but nothing like he had ever seen before; there was a 10 and a 20, a few 1's, all which had series dates of 1999. He opened the smaller compartment to find American coins, all with dates from the 20th century. Edgar felt a sick feeling come over him, 'Who was this Kate McKay?' He went to his dresser and poured himself a whiskey. Something was definitely strange here.
Leopold arrived at Westlake just before dusk, he hesitated briefly, not sure why he was here. What kind of answers would he receive from anyone? Did he really want to confront Edgar at this time? He sat on Mordred for quite awhile, contemplating his next move. But instead of getting off, he turned the horse around and headed towards the woods, the shortcut back to Balinor. He had not ridden through the woods since the day he was shot, but he felt no fear as he galloped through them, heading back to Balinor where he belonged with his pregnant wife. He couldn't allow Edgar to spoil the fact that he was to become a father.
Jack didn't take the short cut so he didn't pass Leopold, arriving at Westlake, he remained on the outskirts of the house, looking for any sign of Leopold and Mordred. The sun was beginning to set and it gave an eerie glow to the large looming house. Jack hated it here, after a fair amount of time, it seemed clear that Leopold was not in the vicinity and he decided to head Merlin back to Balinor. He was relieved, he didn't want any trouble. Things had been going so well. He lifted the flap on his saddlebag and reached his hand inside where his pistol was kept. Jack had always been a non-violent man, he didn't even care for hunting as a sport, but whenever he thought of Edgar Spencer and the pain he had subjected his wife to, a burning rage built up inside of him. Whenever he was anywhere near Westlake, these thoughts emerged. He felt the gun, took a deep sigh, closed the flap. Turning Merlin around to head back to Balinor. He was well hidden near the edge of the woods, so no one could see him but what he saw coming down the main pathway to the house, threw him for a loop and he quickly pulled back on the reigns of Merlin. Kate and Janet cantering towards the main house. What the hell did they think they were doing? He began to ride towards them, but before he had a chance they were approached by Edgar's creepy grounds man, who helped them from their saddles and took the horses to tie up as they ascended the front steps of the house. He noticed Kate carefully looking at each step, for the wallet she had lost as they headed for the front door.
Jack wasn't sure what he should do. He could go back looking for Leopold and tell him everything. That was his first instinct. Then he once again felt inside his saddlebag for the pistol. The thought of Janet in that house was to overbearing on his mind. How could he leave now? Knowing she was in there with that bastard. He tied up Merlin on the edge of the woods, slipped the pistol in the waist of his trousers and carefully made his way to the back of the house.
Mrs. Fleming received Janet and Kate into Westlake. Kate had said they had come to see Millicent, and Mrs. Fleming was very aloof, not revealing any information about her employer to these two women. She quietly showed them into the sitting room, not saying a word and left them.
Janet looked at Kate, "What are we going to do now?"
"I don't know, I haven't thought that far ahead."
"He is going to come in here, you know that."
"I told you, you shouldn't have come. I have no problem with Lord Spencer. He can't do anything with all this staff around."
Janet felt a chill down her spine, "It is really creepy in here, don't you think? It is so quiet, unnaturally so."
"It is a little unnerving, but we will be fine." Kate wasn't so sure.
"I didn't see Leopold's horse out front. Kate, I don't think he is here."
"Good. I will get what I came for and we will go, Leopold won't have to know."
Janet was extremely nervous, "And Jack. Where is he? I didn't see Merlin either."
Kate looked over at her and wondered why she had ever agreed for her to come. What would she do when she saw Edgar again? She also wondered about Jack. She had to admit when she knew Jack and Leopold would be around the whole prospect of coming here didn't seem so frightening.
The sitting room door opened and Edgar appeared, intoxicated as usual, "Ladies, ladies, what a pleasant surprise. I believe I do owe you much gratitude for assisting my wife in the delivery of my son." He proceeded closer to them, taking each of their hands in turn, and kissing it. Janet was shaking. "He is truly a beautiful child."
Kate smiled, "Yes, he is. I was hoping to be able to see him again, and your wife. How is Millicent?"
His demeanor changed somewhat, "I am afraid she is having some complications. There has been quite a loss of blood. The doctor has been here today."
"Will you allow me to see her, Lord Spencer?"
"Why of course, Duchess, I am sure my wife would find pleasure in your company. But first, let me get you ladies a drink." Kate didn't like the look in his eyes. He was being pleasant but it was creepy.
Janet spoke up right away, "Oh, no, we cannot drink."
Kate thought for sure she was going to blurt out about their condition, but she didn't. Edgar eyed them both, "But it is a celebration Mrs. Blackmore, I insist you join me in a drink." He poured them each a glass of whiskey. Normally Kate would have knocked it back, but the thought of the life growing inside her, made her push the drink aside as he set it on the table. Edgar noticed it and gave her a look.
"This is very curious, I would have guessed you can hold your own as far as consuming spirits, Kate." The way he said her name, alarmed her. It was sharp, and he held on to the t, which made it sound condescending in a strange way.
"Normally I could, Lord Spencer, but I choose not to this evening."
"And why is that?"
They both eyed each other, and neither gave in to the other, "I don't believe I need to have a reason."
"But I believe you do have a reason. Am I correct, Mrs. Blackmore?"
Janet trembled; she didn't like his tone of voice. He sat down next to Janet and began to stroke her hair, "You are as beautiful as you were when you were a child, Janet. The softest skin I have ever laid my hands on." His hand stroked her face and she thought she was going to cry. His other hand was on her waist and rested on her abdomen, "And you are with child, are you not?" Then traveled to her breast where he gave it a squeeze, "Nothing more sensuous than a woman with a child, I am sure Jack would agree with me."
Kate took hold of his hand and yanked it away from her, "Get your hands off of her."
"You are being very rude guests. You refuse my drink, you refuse my compliments." Kate did not want to get angry but she felt it building up inside her, "I don't feel I have much choice than to have you escorted from my house." He began to stand up.
She tried to calm down, she needed that wallet. She took hold of his hand, "Lord Spencer, that isn't necessary. You are being a perfectly charming host, but we really don't have a lot of time."
"Oh, I see, Leopold does not know you are here. And what about that fine groomsman, your husband, Janet…Jack…I doubt he would find it amusing that you are sitting in my sitting room, allowing me to touch you."
"I didn't allow you to touch me." Kate put her hand on her knee; she didn't want her to get upset.
"We just would like to check on Millicent and the baby."
"You sure there is nothing else, Kate?" The way he said it, made Kate eye him. He had that look. What did he know? Was he playing a game? "You spent a whole evening in my house, you might possibly have left something of importance here, you might possibly have found something of importance here."
Kate stood up and faced him. They were about the same size, "Just say what you mean, Edgar."
"You are a very interesting creature, Kate. Where do you come from? Are you who you say you are?"
She knew then that he had seen the wallet, but didn't know what he made of it. Could he possibly believe she came from the 21st century? Surely, no one could believe such a thing. Kate didn't want to discuss this in front of Janet, "Maybe we could talk in private, Lord Spencer."
He smiled wickedly, "I like that idea, very much, Kate." He looked over at Janet, "You will excuse us, Mrs. Blackmore." He put out his arm for Kate. Kate looked back at Janet.
"You mustn't go with him, Kate. This is a mistake."
Edgar smiled, "I think she is jealous. She always enjoyed our time together. My dear, Janet, be patient and you will have your turn."
"Kate!"
Kate looked at Janet's frightened expression, "I can take care of myself."
Edgar smiled wickedly and they left the room.
Leopold arrived back at Balinor, and noticed as he was taking Mordred back to his stall, that Merlin, Guinevere and Margaret's mare were not in the stables. He hit his hand against the wall, "Damn!" He mounted Mordred again and checked his saddlebag; he now always carried a pistol with him. It was there. Turned Mordred around and then rode back to Westlake.
Kate went with Edgar upstairs, they passed Millicent's room which was quiet but she could hear sobbing coming from down the hall, it was faint, but it gave the long hallway an evil feeling like a gothic romance novel. Edgar turned to her, "My daughter is being difficult today. She will be fine I assure you."
Kate looked at him, wondering what he had done to her and now what was he going to do to her. He opened the door of his chambers and she entered cautiously, lying on his dresser was the wallet, dollar bills spread out, her license taken out. Edgar noticed her eyeing the dresser, "So you did leave something behind. Kate, you really should be more careful. This type of thing in the wrong hands could cause quite a sensation. In fact, I am not sure what to make of it myself. I am not a superstitious man. I do not believe in the occult." He picked up the license. "But this has me baffled. I really believe it should be handed over the authorities and see what they can make out of it. I am sure many people would be interested in the Duchess of Albany's background or whatever you can call this. My first thought would be you're a witch."
Kate nervously laughed, "Really, Lord Spencer, a witch…"
"Explain to me the dates on this card or whatever it is? You want me to believe you have come back in time. Ha! I am not a fool!"
"No, of course you aren't."
"I have every intention of exposing you, Kate. How would Leopold feel about that? Oh, what do I care? The man is a freak in himself, it is no wonder he has chosen a freak for a wife. But you know, it really won't concern him, he will be dead long before the press has thoroughly exposed the freak show at Balinor."
"You are going to kill him."
He laughed, "Ah, Kate, you know that is my goal. Now that I have a son, it is time. Maybe tonight. He is bound to come looking for you here. You really weren't thinking coming back here. I would have thought you a slight bit cleverer than that. But in a panic over the contents of your purse, I suppose you weren't thinking."
He went to the door and locked it with a key, that he then put down his trousers, smiling. "What do you plan on doing with me? Janet could easily go fetch Jack or Leopold."
"I believe she will not, she is a smart girl. She doesn't want to mess with me again." He moved closer to her and stroked her face, "So here we are and you ask me what I will do with you. Ah, there are so many possibilities!"
She spit in his face, and it threw him, he stepped back, "That was an unwise move, Kate."
"I am not afraid of you."
"Oh, I can see that, but you should be afraid. Because your life is going to change." He scratched his chin as he went over to the bed and lounged on it, "I haven't yet decided if I should keep you, or discard you along with your husband."
"I understand why you want Leopold dead."
"Do you? Did you go snooping when you were here last night?"
"You are his half brother."
He clapped his hands, "Bravo, Kate. You are very astute in these matters I can see. Yes, I am Leopold's half brother and rightful heir to the title of Duke of Albany."
"No, you are not. Leopold is older than you, by a month."
"Leopold was premature, I was conceived the night before our father married Leopold's mother. So you see, Leopold has no right to that title. It should be mine and it will be mine and my sons."
"You hate him that much, that you would kill him?"
"I loathe him. He has everything that should be mine."
"Happiness, generosity, kindness, integrity, honesty, sincerity, honor…that is what Leopold possesses, the title means nothing to him."
"Have you told him of your findings, Kate? Does he know he has a brother? Does he know that his father had my mother on the eve of his wedding?" She didn't say anything, "I can only assume, that the answer is no. You haven't told him. Everyone wants to keep Leopold safe and happy. That is how it has always been." There was bitterness in his voice.
"Why have you never told him? I am sure you have had many opportunities to do so."
"Believe me, I have wanted to. I was never told of my parentage. I found out by accident. You can't imagine how I felt."
"No, I don't think I can." Kate was trying to be understanding and she found that Edgar talking about it he warmed up a bit and sounded more human.
"My mother's deal with Leopold's uncle…my uncle, excuse me…has held me back from revealing my true paternity, but that has been a farce. I am tired of the lies. I want more than the Mountbattens money. I want to destroy Leopold's idyllic world, the fact that we are tied together by blood means nothing to me. Leopold means nothing to me." He got up off the bed and stormed around the room, he went to the window where he saw Leopold riding up to the house and he smiled. "Ah, I do believe I have company, Kate." He opened a drawer and pulled out some rope, "I will have to excuse myself."
He went over to her and grabbed her by the wrists, wrapping the rope around them and cutting it with a knife, she struggled a bit and was ready to raise her leg and knee him in the crotch and he quickly moved the knife to her neck, "I wouldn't think of doing anything stupid, Kate. Especially if you want to see Leopold again."
"But you are planning to kill him, what are the chances that I will see him again alive?"
He laughed and preceded to wrap the rope around her ankles, tying it tight, "I am enjoying myself way to much, Kate. I plan to make him suffer, so you will see him alive again. You may not like what you see, but he will be alive." He chuckled evilly and continued to tie her up, "In fact, I just had a thought, wouldn't Leopold enjoy watching his brother take his wife. I have never had the opportunity to have my way with one from the other world so to speak, it might be a rather enjoyable experience." He laughed out loud, "Yes, very enjoyable…especially with Leopold having the opportunity to witness it. And then…well, there are numerous possibilities, killing you is definitely one." He took the knife and slowly let it slide up the inside of her thigh, her dress now pulled up near her waist, "Ah, but alas, I will have to be patient, I must not be a rude host. I do have a guest waiting." He planted an aggressive kiss on her lips and tried to force his tongue into her mouth, she quickly bit it and he pulled back in pain, tasting the blood in his mouth, and then smiled, "I like you, Kate. You will be an experience I will enjoy immensely." He then stuck a handkerchief into her mouth to gag her and tied it. Leaving her on his bed. He went to the dresser and picked up the contents of the wallet and then stuck them into his pocket, looking back at her, "We wouldn't want this to get into the wrong hands would we?" He smiled, unlocked the door and left, locking it behind him.
Janet had remained in the sitting room and found herself in a daze, she then heard tapping on the glass, and turned to see Jack in the window. His face frantic, she stood up and went to the window trying to make out what he was saying, "You have to get out of there now."
"But, Kate.."
"I don't care about Kate."
"You mustn't say that, Jack. She has been a good friend to both of us. I am not leaving here without her." She walked away from the window and Jack threw his hands up in despair. Janet went out into the hall, and found the groundsman there.
"I believe, his lordship, would like you to wait. I am sure he will not be long, Mrs. Blackmore." Janet knew she was in trouble now. There was no way she could get past this man.
Edgar went to the door himself and opened it for Leopold, "I have been expecting you, your grace."
Leopold eyed him curiously, "I have come for my wife and then I will leave your humble abode, Edgar. You will now fetch her for me, if you don't want any trouble."
Edgar laughed, "I am afraid, Leopold. You have me trembling in my boots. Please do come in. Maybe you would like a brandy. We do have much to celebrate, the birth of my son…ah, and the dissolution of your family debts."
Leopold looked at him warily and Edgar smiled, "Now that I have your attention, you will join me for that brandy."
Leopold was silent and followed him, and when they entered the sitting room was surprised to find Janet sitting there. Leopold looked alarmed especially when he saw her state. She had been crying, he went towards her and she collapsed in his arms, "Janet, where is Kate?"
"I don't know." She sobbed.
Leopold turned to Edgar, "I demand you bring me my wife at once."
He began to pour him a Brandy, "Leopold, Leopold…in all due time, she has not been harmed I assure you. Please sit down, we have a lot to talk about." He grabbed Janet by the arm and pulled her away from Leopold, "And you Mrs. Blackmore, will find it much more comfortable with me."
"Let go of her at once." Leopold was angry now and began to move towards her.
"Leopold, if you want to see your wife, I suggest you sit down and have a brandy and allow me my little pleasure." Janet tried to struggle away from him but couldn't. Leopold took the brandy and watched as Edgar relaxed into the sofa pulling Janet down next to him, holding her tightly against him, smiling.
Leopold remained standing, and had never felt at such a loss for words as he did now. "Sit, Leopold." Edgar demanded. Leopold watched as Edgar held a knife to Janet's throat, "I will not harm her, if you cooperate." Leopold did as he was told.
Edgar seemed incredibly relaxed, and Leopold found his behavior frightening. The man was most definitely a psychotic of some kind. "Where to begin…I suppose it only fitting to begin with my conception."
Leopold looked surprised and confused, and Edgar smiled, "You see, Leopold, your father was hardly the saint everyone made him out to be. Are you aware that he was quite the ladies man, before he meant your mother? Unlike you, he bedded his share of women before he took a wife."
"Get to the point, Edgar."
"I am doing just that. You see, if your father would not have been at that ball and met your mother, my mother would have become the Duchess."
"Don't make me laugh. My father would not have married your mother. He had no affection for her whatsoever."
"You are so sure of that? Then why on the eve of his wedding did he give my mother a little present? A present that would always remind her of him. I was conceived the eve of your parents wedding, I was conceived at Balinor, with your virginal mother tucked away in her rooms sleeping anticipating the wedding that was to occur. Your father had my mother, right under your mothers nose."
Leopold stood up agitated, "How dare you speak of my parents in such a manner. I will not listen to another word."
"I think you will, because you know it to be true."
"I know no such thing!"
"Janet, tell him." Leopold looked at Janet and she put her head down.
"It's true, Leopold. Maybe not the way he is telling it, but it is true."
Leopold paced the room, trying to compose himself, "This is the news, Kate found out here. This is what you have been keeping from me? For how long, Janet?"
Janet began to whimper and Edgar laughed, "Janet has known for quite some time, haven't you my dear? Your uncle sent her away because she knew that I was your brother."
"That isn't exactly true, Leopold. Edgar said things but I didn't understand them, I really had no idea till much later, when I was in India, but I had no proof, I couldn't tell you. It was speculation only. You have to believe me." She pleaded.
Leopold was appalled with this information, "You are saying that my uncle has been aware of this situation for all this time?"
Edgar smiled, "That is the case. Your family's indebtedness stems from your Uncle silencing my mother from revealing my paternity. What a scandal it could cause your family. Your uncle, or should I say our uncle, believed he had your best interests at heart, but he got deeper and deeper into debt, my mother asked for more money and he had no choice but to succumb to her demands."
Leopold's head was reeling with all this information. He turned and eyed Edgar not saying a word. He tried to see past the bitter angry psychotic of a man and see something else. A hint of the fact they were related by blood. Something, but he saw nothing. Part of him felt he should feel something. Feel something for a brother he had always longed for. But there was nothing. He took the brandy and swigged it back, and without asking went to the decanter on the sideboard and poured himself another.
"Make yourself at home, dear brother." Edgar teased, "This is definitely a time to celebrate, to bad your wife can not join us at this time, but she is indisposed."
This set Leopold off and quickly he pulled Janet away from Edgar and the knife and threw her to the door, "Get out, Janet. Now."
Janet didn't hesitate and darted out the door. Leopold returned to Edgar and found the knife now at his own neck, "Nice move, Leopold. Save the damsel in distress, but you are not so lucky, brother dear."
He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm although the anger was building up inside of him, "And what do you plan to do with me, Edgar? Kill me? I suppose that is the plan. You tried once and failed, no doubt a rather sore subject. I am sure you have every intention of succeeding this time around. What are you waiting for? Slit my throat, Edgar. Murder your own brother, become the Duke of Albany, isn't that what you have always wanted? All it would take is one slash…go on. Do it!"
Edgar didn't like his coolness, he noticed Leopold was much more composed and the self-assuredness he had always possessed had returned. Edgar felt some of the power he gained slipping away and he couldn't allow that to happen.
Back at Balinor, Otis was concerned with the fact Leopold had not returned from his ride, and there was no sign of Kate or Janet and Jack for that matter. He confronted Millard as he was heading for the dining room for dinner, "My lord, I hate to disturb you, but I am concerned that Leopold has not returned and it is getting dark. Normally under the circumstances I would not be alarmed but he was agitated earlier on the journey from London."
"Agitated about what, Otis?"
"Lord Spencer, I am afraid. He ran into him last evening, and put ideas into Leopold's head as usual."
Millard looked concerned, "What kind of ideas, Otis?"
"About the relationship you had with Leopold's father. And from there Leopold asked questions about his mother and the fact she had no other children. I know you have always wanted to protect him from any painful incidences."
"Otis as you recall, he and his mother nearly died."
"I am aware of that, but Leopold doesn't understand why he is not told these things."
"I treat him like a child, that is what you are implying, Otis. And you are correct. After his father died I had a huge responsibility and all I ever wanted was that boys happiness."
"Then maybe now you can see it in your heart to tell him the truth about everything." Millard looked at Otis, he didn't know what he knew. Possibly nothing but Otis knew things weren't right, and had known for a long time. He had spent many years as Leopold's father's manservant and then had devoted his whole life to Leopold upon the death of his parents. Leopold was like his son, and Millard knew that the relationship they shared was one he would never possess with his nephew.
"What do you know of the truth, Otis?"
"I know you are keeping secrets from him."
"I have done the best I could by him."
"Of course, sir, I know that and Leopold is aware of that as well. But it's time to tell him the truth, whatever that may be. And the sooner the better. I believe Leopold is in danger."
Millard looked surprised, "I am sure you are mistaken, Otis."
"Kate is missing, Thomas has informed me Jack and Janet have not been seen for hours as well. 4 horses are missing from the stables. I can only assume they will all be found at Westlake."
"Westlake?" Millard looked alarmed.
"Did you know, Leopold has been carrying a pistol since the shooting accident?"
"Oh, dear, god. I must have Thomas fetch the carriage. Leopold with a pistol! It is an image I would rather not even contemplate, especially when his temper flares up as it does on occasion."
"I suggest you contact the authorities, send a constable over to the house. You are no match for Lord Spencer, sir."
"You are right. Will you get Thomas to do that, right away. I must have a word with my wife."
"Right away, my lord." Otis left the room.
Millard headed into the dining room looking full of gloom and Margaret looked up at him, "Millard, what is it?"
"I am afraid there is trouble, Margaret. Trouble I am responsible for." She got up and went to him, putting her arm around him.
"It can't be that bad, surely."
"I have kept things from you and Leopold for far to long. I have gotten myself into a large hole that continues to grow and is harder and harder to get out of with each passing day. This nonsense is going to stop tonight. I must go to Westlake right away, I have every reason to believe Kate and Leopold are in danger."
Margaret covered her mouth, "Edgar."
Millard nodded, "I have a lot of explaining to do to both of you, but right now I must make hast, every minute that passes by could put their lives into jeopardy."
She gave him a kiss, "Do be careful. Oh, Millard, I couldn't bare it if anything happened to either one of you."
Millard wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, and could not reassure her he would be safe, the way Edgar had been behaving lately, it was clear, he was clearly not of any sane mind whatsoever!
Jack was still roaming the perimeter of the house looking for some way to get in without being noticed, and was taken by surprise when the backdoor opened and Janet flung herself out breathing heavily.
"Oh, Jack." She ran to his arms and although he was cross with her disobeying him he held her close to him.
He was nearly in tears; "I have to get you out of here."
"We can't go, Leopold and Kate are in danger. Edgar is a lunatic!"
"Tell me something I don't know."
"We have to go find Kate. She is upstairs somewhere."
"I think we need to go back and get the authorities."
"No, it could be too late. He is going to kill Leopold, I have no doubt. That can't happen, Jack. We can't let that happen."
Jack held her close to him all the while thinking of what he must do. Janet being held close to him felt his pistol in his trousers, and she too thought of what had to be done. Edgar had to be stopped.
Kate turned towards her, "No, but he knows something is terribly wrong and when he comes back, I am going to have to tell him. So much for the happy joyful mood he was in earlier. You should have seen the look on his face when he found out about the baby. Janet, he was so ecstatic. That smile, it was like a little boy on Christmas day opening his presents. And then it was gone, the minute he found out we were at Westlake last night."
"Maybe you should have just gotten it over with and told him everything. You sent him out on a ride in a foul mood? Not a good idea, Kate."
"I had no choice. My mind is all jumbled up, I know I have to tell him but I have to do it with some kind of compassion, don't you think?"
Kate got up and went to get her coat, where she had left a handkerchief in the pocket. As she felt through the pockets she found the handkerchief but realized her wallet was not there. She had had it that morning at Westlake. She panicked. Her wallet had things in it that linked her to the future. If anyone found it..anyone…oh, god, if Edgar found it.
Janet saw her distress, "What are you looking for?"
"My wallet. You know the one, the small brown leather one?"
"The one you won't allow out of your sight? I think I know what you are talking about." Janet said sarcastically. There had been a dispute over it in the past, and Janet found her secretiveness about it very peculiar.
"It must have fallen out of my pocket at Westlake, maybe when I fell on the steps. I have to go back and get it."
Janet laughed, "I don't think that will happen now. Leopold won't let you go back there."
"Leopold is out for a ride, he will be an hour or more."
"Kate, you can't go there. Edgar is probably back from London."
"I don't care. I have to have it back."
"What is in it that is so important?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me."
"Janet, I don't have time for this. I have to get a move on. I guess I could ride Guinevere over there."
"You can't ride, not when you are pregnant. Kate, you could lose the baby."
"I am going…" Kate rushed past her and out the door and down the stairs. Janet followed her. When they got to the stables Jack was saddling Merlin in a mad rush,
"You seem to be in a hurry, Jack."
"It's Leopold, he didn't go for a ride up to the hills."
Kate looked concerned, "What do you mean?"
"Thomas saw him as he was coming back from the village, he was heading for Westlake. I am going after him. I don't think it's safe for him there."
"I am going too, I'll saddle up Guinevere." She headed towards the tack room. And Jack followed her.
"You aren't going anywhere, Kate. I will look after Leopold. Edgar is back from London, no doubt and it's not safe for you there."
"Jack, you don't understand, there is much more at stake here. I can't explain it, I have to go. You can't stop me."
"And what about the baby? Kate, it's not just you anymore, you are carrying Leopold's child. Think about the baby."
"Believe me I am. It's a short ride to Westlake, I can be careful. I know you are concerned but I don't have any choice I'm afraid."
Janet stood behind them, "She lost her wallet. That is what this is about."
Kate turned to her, "I know you think I have kept things from you and yes, I have but you wouldn't understand. It is better you don't know."
Jack remembered her talking to Leopold on the steps earlier, but didn't say anything. "So the Spencers aren't the only ones keeping secrets." By Jack's tone of voice, it was obvious he was losing all trust in her, "Do you keep these secrets from Leopold as well? Maybe his uncle had every right being concerned about Leopold's choice of brides."
Janet too felt hurt but knew they were wasting time, "Jack, you need to get to Leopold."
Jack gave Kate an evil look and went back out to Merlin, as he mounted the horse he looked at Janet, "You are to stay clear of Westlake, do you understand?"
She nodded. He then looked at Kate, "I don't care what you do." He gave Merlin a kick and rode off down the road.
Kate went back to Guinevere and Janet followed her, "You aren't really going to go, are you?"
"I most certainly am. This is very serious, Janet."
"I know you are different, I thought so at the very start, when you first came here, that is why Leopold loves you so. You speak your mind, and are independent and he loves that about you. But you aren't like anyone around here. Anyone I have ever encountered."
Kate wasn't sure what she was getting at, "I like you, Kate. Jack does as well."
"Not anymore. That doesn't matter right now."
"He doesn't like people who lie, people who are trying to be something they aren't."
"I am who you see, I wish I could explain, but I can't."
"I want to go with you to Westlake. You can't go alone."
"No, Janet, Jack would have a fit."
"Maybe it was time I fought my own battles. Jack can't always do it for me. Maybe it wouldn't hurt me to be more like you."
"I don't think Jack wants you like me."
"I don't want anything to happen to Leopold. I am partly to blame don't you see that?"
"You have nothing to do with it. It has to do with the title of Duke and Edgar wanting what he believes is his."
"If I would have told Leopold what I knew, this would never have happened."
"I can't let you go with me."
"I am going, I can ride Lady Mountbatten's mare. I have to go. Everyone I have ever loved is there, Leopold, Jack and now you…if anything happens to any of you…"
"Stop that talk, okay, you can go with me."
She smiled as she went and got the mare saddled and ready.
Edgar sat in his room and was pleased with the events of the day; he reached into his pocket for a cigarette paper and found the small purse he had picked up earlier. He turned it around in his hands and then opened it. He wasn't prepared for what he found inside. Photographs, colored with people in odd clothes. Kate was in one, with a young man making a silly face into the camera, there was one of a couple with 2 young children, cards of every sort, one said VISA, with the name Kate McKay indented on the bottom. What the hell was this? He had never seen anything like it. He then came across what was called a New York Drivers License. A picture of Kate in one corner. He didn't understand it but he read the information on the card, an address, a birthdate…October 20, 1967. His eyes took a double take…1967! Then an expiration date…2002! Edgar closed the wallet and rubbed his eyes, then opened it again. He must be having hallucinations. But when he opened the wallet the dates remained the same. There was a compartment with money in it, but nothing like he had ever seen before; there was a 10 and a 20, a few 1's, all which had series dates of 1999. He opened the smaller compartment to find American coins, all with dates from the 20th century. Edgar felt a sick feeling come over him, 'Who was this Kate McKay?' He went to his dresser and poured himself a whiskey. Something was definitely strange here.
Leopold arrived at Westlake just before dusk, he hesitated briefly, not sure why he was here. What kind of answers would he receive from anyone? Did he really want to confront Edgar at this time? He sat on Mordred for quite awhile, contemplating his next move. But instead of getting off, he turned the horse around and headed towards the woods, the shortcut back to Balinor. He had not ridden through the woods since the day he was shot, but he felt no fear as he galloped through them, heading back to Balinor where he belonged with his pregnant wife. He couldn't allow Edgar to spoil the fact that he was to become a father.
Jack didn't take the short cut so he didn't pass Leopold, arriving at Westlake, he remained on the outskirts of the house, looking for any sign of Leopold and Mordred. The sun was beginning to set and it gave an eerie glow to the large looming house. Jack hated it here, after a fair amount of time, it seemed clear that Leopold was not in the vicinity and he decided to head Merlin back to Balinor. He was relieved, he didn't want any trouble. Things had been going so well. He lifted the flap on his saddlebag and reached his hand inside where his pistol was kept. Jack had always been a non-violent man, he didn't even care for hunting as a sport, but whenever he thought of Edgar Spencer and the pain he had subjected his wife to, a burning rage built up inside of him. Whenever he was anywhere near Westlake, these thoughts emerged. He felt the gun, took a deep sigh, closed the flap. Turning Merlin around to head back to Balinor. He was well hidden near the edge of the woods, so no one could see him but what he saw coming down the main pathway to the house, threw him for a loop and he quickly pulled back on the reigns of Merlin. Kate and Janet cantering towards the main house. What the hell did they think they were doing? He began to ride towards them, but before he had a chance they were approached by Edgar's creepy grounds man, who helped them from their saddles and took the horses to tie up as they ascended the front steps of the house. He noticed Kate carefully looking at each step, for the wallet she had lost as they headed for the front door.
Jack wasn't sure what he should do. He could go back looking for Leopold and tell him everything. That was his first instinct. Then he once again felt inside his saddlebag for the pistol. The thought of Janet in that house was to overbearing on his mind. How could he leave now? Knowing she was in there with that bastard. He tied up Merlin on the edge of the woods, slipped the pistol in the waist of his trousers and carefully made his way to the back of the house.
Mrs. Fleming received Janet and Kate into Westlake. Kate had said they had come to see Millicent, and Mrs. Fleming was very aloof, not revealing any information about her employer to these two women. She quietly showed them into the sitting room, not saying a word and left them.
Janet looked at Kate, "What are we going to do now?"
"I don't know, I haven't thought that far ahead."
"He is going to come in here, you know that."
"I told you, you shouldn't have come. I have no problem with Lord Spencer. He can't do anything with all this staff around."
Janet felt a chill down her spine, "It is really creepy in here, don't you think? It is so quiet, unnaturally so."
"It is a little unnerving, but we will be fine." Kate wasn't so sure.
"I didn't see Leopold's horse out front. Kate, I don't think he is here."
"Good. I will get what I came for and we will go, Leopold won't have to know."
Janet was extremely nervous, "And Jack. Where is he? I didn't see Merlin either."
Kate looked over at her and wondered why she had ever agreed for her to come. What would she do when she saw Edgar again? She also wondered about Jack. She had to admit when she knew Jack and Leopold would be around the whole prospect of coming here didn't seem so frightening.
The sitting room door opened and Edgar appeared, intoxicated as usual, "Ladies, ladies, what a pleasant surprise. I believe I do owe you much gratitude for assisting my wife in the delivery of my son." He proceeded closer to them, taking each of their hands in turn, and kissing it. Janet was shaking. "He is truly a beautiful child."
Kate smiled, "Yes, he is. I was hoping to be able to see him again, and your wife. How is Millicent?"
His demeanor changed somewhat, "I am afraid she is having some complications. There has been quite a loss of blood. The doctor has been here today."
"Will you allow me to see her, Lord Spencer?"
"Why of course, Duchess, I am sure my wife would find pleasure in your company. But first, let me get you ladies a drink." Kate didn't like the look in his eyes. He was being pleasant but it was creepy.
Janet spoke up right away, "Oh, no, we cannot drink."
Kate thought for sure she was going to blurt out about their condition, but she didn't. Edgar eyed them both, "But it is a celebration Mrs. Blackmore, I insist you join me in a drink." He poured them each a glass of whiskey. Normally Kate would have knocked it back, but the thought of the life growing inside her, made her push the drink aside as he set it on the table. Edgar noticed it and gave her a look.
"This is very curious, I would have guessed you can hold your own as far as consuming spirits, Kate." The way he said her name, alarmed her. It was sharp, and he held on to the t, which made it sound condescending in a strange way.
"Normally I could, Lord Spencer, but I choose not to this evening."
"And why is that?"
They both eyed each other, and neither gave in to the other, "I don't believe I need to have a reason."
"But I believe you do have a reason. Am I correct, Mrs. Blackmore?"
Janet trembled; she didn't like his tone of voice. He sat down next to Janet and began to stroke her hair, "You are as beautiful as you were when you were a child, Janet. The softest skin I have ever laid my hands on." His hand stroked her face and she thought she was going to cry. His other hand was on her waist and rested on her abdomen, "And you are with child, are you not?" Then traveled to her breast where he gave it a squeeze, "Nothing more sensuous than a woman with a child, I am sure Jack would agree with me."
Kate took hold of his hand and yanked it away from her, "Get your hands off of her."
"You are being very rude guests. You refuse my drink, you refuse my compliments." Kate did not want to get angry but she felt it building up inside her, "I don't feel I have much choice than to have you escorted from my house." He began to stand up.
She tried to calm down, she needed that wallet. She took hold of his hand, "Lord Spencer, that isn't necessary. You are being a perfectly charming host, but we really don't have a lot of time."
"Oh, I see, Leopold does not know you are here. And what about that fine groomsman, your husband, Janet…Jack…I doubt he would find it amusing that you are sitting in my sitting room, allowing me to touch you."
"I didn't allow you to touch me." Kate put her hand on her knee; she didn't want her to get upset.
"We just would like to check on Millicent and the baby."
"You sure there is nothing else, Kate?" The way he said it, made Kate eye him. He had that look. What did he know? Was he playing a game? "You spent a whole evening in my house, you might possibly have left something of importance here, you might possibly have found something of importance here."
Kate stood up and faced him. They were about the same size, "Just say what you mean, Edgar."
"You are a very interesting creature, Kate. Where do you come from? Are you who you say you are?"
She knew then that he had seen the wallet, but didn't know what he made of it. Could he possibly believe she came from the 21st century? Surely, no one could believe such a thing. Kate didn't want to discuss this in front of Janet, "Maybe we could talk in private, Lord Spencer."
He smiled wickedly, "I like that idea, very much, Kate." He looked over at Janet, "You will excuse us, Mrs. Blackmore." He put out his arm for Kate. Kate looked back at Janet.
"You mustn't go with him, Kate. This is a mistake."
Edgar smiled, "I think she is jealous. She always enjoyed our time together. My dear, Janet, be patient and you will have your turn."
"Kate!"
Kate looked at Janet's frightened expression, "I can take care of myself."
Edgar smiled wickedly and they left the room.
Leopold arrived back at Balinor, and noticed as he was taking Mordred back to his stall, that Merlin, Guinevere and Margaret's mare were not in the stables. He hit his hand against the wall, "Damn!" He mounted Mordred again and checked his saddlebag; he now always carried a pistol with him. It was there. Turned Mordred around and then rode back to Westlake.
Kate went with Edgar upstairs, they passed Millicent's room which was quiet but she could hear sobbing coming from down the hall, it was faint, but it gave the long hallway an evil feeling like a gothic romance novel. Edgar turned to her, "My daughter is being difficult today. She will be fine I assure you."
Kate looked at him, wondering what he had done to her and now what was he going to do to her. He opened the door of his chambers and she entered cautiously, lying on his dresser was the wallet, dollar bills spread out, her license taken out. Edgar noticed her eyeing the dresser, "So you did leave something behind. Kate, you really should be more careful. This type of thing in the wrong hands could cause quite a sensation. In fact, I am not sure what to make of it myself. I am not a superstitious man. I do not believe in the occult." He picked up the license. "But this has me baffled. I really believe it should be handed over the authorities and see what they can make out of it. I am sure many people would be interested in the Duchess of Albany's background or whatever you can call this. My first thought would be you're a witch."
Kate nervously laughed, "Really, Lord Spencer, a witch…"
"Explain to me the dates on this card or whatever it is? You want me to believe you have come back in time. Ha! I am not a fool!"
"No, of course you aren't."
"I have every intention of exposing you, Kate. How would Leopold feel about that? Oh, what do I care? The man is a freak in himself, it is no wonder he has chosen a freak for a wife. But you know, it really won't concern him, he will be dead long before the press has thoroughly exposed the freak show at Balinor."
"You are going to kill him."
He laughed, "Ah, Kate, you know that is my goal. Now that I have a son, it is time. Maybe tonight. He is bound to come looking for you here. You really weren't thinking coming back here. I would have thought you a slight bit cleverer than that. But in a panic over the contents of your purse, I suppose you weren't thinking."
He went to the door and locked it with a key, that he then put down his trousers, smiling. "What do you plan on doing with me? Janet could easily go fetch Jack or Leopold."
"I believe she will not, she is a smart girl. She doesn't want to mess with me again." He moved closer to her and stroked her face, "So here we are and you ask me what I will do with you. Ah, there are so many possibilities!"
She spit in his face, and it threw him, he stepped back, "That was an unwise move, Kate."
"I am not afraid of you."
"Oh, I can see that, but you should be afraid. Because your life is going to change." He scratched his chin as he went over to the bed and lounged on it, "I haven't yet decided if I should keep you, or discard you along with your husband."
"I understand why you want Leopold dead."
"Do you? Did you go snooping when you were here last night?"
"You are his half brother."
He clapped his hands, "Bravo, Kate. You are very astute in these matters I can see. Yes, I am Leopold's half brother and rightful heir to the title of Duke of Albany."
"No, you are not. Leopold is older than you, by a month."
"Leopold was premature, I was conceived the night before our father married Leopold's mother. So you see, Leopold has no right to that title. It should be mine and it will be mine and my sons."
"You hate him that much, that you would kill him?"
"I loathe him. He has everything that should be mine."
"Happiness, generosity, kindness, integrity, honesty, sincerity, honor…that is what Leopold possesses, the title means nothing to him."
"Have you told him of your findings, Kate? Does he know he has a brother? Does he know that his father had my mother on the eve of his wedding?" She didn't say anything, "I can only assume, that the answer is no. You haven't told him. Everyone wants to keep Leopold safe and happy. That is how it has always been." There was bitterness in his voice.
"Why have you never told him? I am sure you have had many opportunities to do so."
"Believe me, I have wanted to. I was never told of my parentage. I found out by accident. You can't imagine how I felt."
"No, I don't think I can." Kate was trying to be understanding and she found that Edgar talking about it he warmed up a bit and sounded more human.
"My mother's deal with Leopold's uncle…my uncle, excuse me…has held me back from revealing my true paternity, but that has been a farce. I am tired of the lies. I want more than the Mountbattens money. I want to destroy Leopold's idyllic world, the fact that we are tied together by blood means nothing to me. Leopold means nothing to me." He got up off the bed and stormed around the room, he went to the window where he saw Leopold riding up to the house and he smiled. "Ah, I do believe I have company, Kate." He opened a drawer and pulled out some rope, "I will have to excuse myself."
He went over to her and grabbed her by the wrists, wrapping the rope around them and cutting it with a knife, she struggled a bit and was ready to raise her leg and knee him in the crotch and he quickly moved the knife to her neck, "I wouldn't think of doing anything stupid, Kate. Especially if you want to see Leopold again."
"But you are planning to kill him, what are the chances that I will see him again alive?"
He laughed and preceded to wrap the rope around her ankles, tying it tight, "I am enjoying myself way to much, Kate. I plan to make him suffer, so you will see him alive again. You may not like what you see, but he will be alive." He chuckled evilly and continued to tie her up, "In fact, I just had a thought, wouldn't Leopold enjoy watching his brother take his wife. I have never had the opportunity to have my way with one from the other world so to speak, it might be a rather enjoyable experience." He laughed out loud, "Yes, very enjoyable…especially with Leopold having the opportunity to witness it. And then…well, there are numerous possibilities, killing you is definitely one." He took the knife and slowly let it slide up the inside of her thigh, her dress now pulled up near her waist, "Ah, but alas, I will have to be patient, I must not be a rude host. I do have a guest waiting." He planted an aggressive kiss on her lips and tried to force his tongue into her mouth, she quickly bit it and he pulled back in pain, tasting the blood in his mouth, and then smiled, "I like you, Kate. You will be an experience I will enjoy immensely." He then stuck a handkerchief into her mouth to gag her and tied it. Leaving her on his bed. He went to the dresser and picked up the contents of the wallet and then stuck them into his pocket, looking back at her, "We wouldn't want this to get into the wrong hands would we?" He smiled, unlocked the door and left, locking it behind him.
Janet had remained in the sitting room and found herself in a daze, she then heard tapping on the glass, and turned to see Jack in the window. His face frantic, she stood up and went to the window trying to make out what he was saying, "You have to get out of there now."
"But, Kate.."
"I don't care about Kate."
"You mustn't say that, Jack. She has been a good friend to both of us. I am not leaving here without her." She walked away from the window and Jack threw his hands up in despair. Janet went out into the hall, and found the groundsman there.
"I believe, his lordship, would like you to wait. I am sure he will not be long, Mrs. Blackmore." Janet knew she was in trouble now. There was no way she could get past this man.
Edgar went to the door himself and opened it for Leopold, "I have been expecting you, your grace."
Leopold eyed him curiously, "I have come for my wife and then I will leave your humble abode, Edgar. You will now fetch her for me, if you don't want any trouble."
Edgar laughed, "I am afraid, Leopold. You have me trembling in my boots. Please do come in. Maybe you would like a brandy. We do have much to celebrate, the birth of my son…ah, and the dissolution of your family debts."
Leopold looked at him warily and Edgar smiled, "Now that I have your attention, you will join me for that brandy."
Leopold was silent and followed him, and when they entered the sitting room was surprised to find Janet sitting there. Leopold looked alarmed especially when he saw her state. She had been crying, he went towards her and she collapsed in his arms, "Janet, where is Kate?"
"I don't know." She sobbed.
Leopold turned to Edgar, "I demand you bring me my wife at once."
He began to pour him a Brandy, "Leopold, Leopold…in all due time, she has not been harmed I assure you. Please sit down, we have a lot to talk about." He grabbed Janet by the arm and pulled her away from Leopold, "And you Mrs. Blackmore, will find it much more comfortable with me."
"Let go of her at once." Leopold was angry now and began to move towards her.
"Leopold, if you want to see your wife, I suggest you sit down and have a brandy and allow me my little pleasure." Janet tried to struggle away from him but couldn't. Leopold took the brandy and watched as Edgar relaxed into the sofa pulling Janet down next to him, holding her tightly against him, smiling.
Leopold remained standing, and had never felt at such a loss for words as he did now. "Sit, Leopold." Edgar demanded. Leopold watched as Edgar held a knife to Janet's throat, "I will not harm her, if you cooperate." Leopold did as he was told.
Edgar seemed incredibly relaxed, and Leopold found his behavior frightening. The man was most definitely a psychotic of some kind. "Where to begin…I suppose it only fitting to begin with my conception."
Leopold looked surprised and confused, and Edgar smiled, "You see, Leopold, your father was hardly the saint everyone made him out to be. Are you aware that he was quite the ladies man, before he meant your mother? Unlike you, he bedded his share of women before he took a wife."
"Get to the point, Edgar."
"I am doing just that. You see, if your father would not have been at that ball and met your mother, my mother would have become the Duchess."
"Don't make me laugh. My father would not have married your mother. He had no affection for her whatsoever."
"You are so sure of that? Then why on the eve of his wedding did he give my mother a little present? A present that would always remind her of him. I was conceived the eve of your parents wedding, I was conceived at Balinor, with your virginal mother tucked away in her rooms sleeping anticipating the wedding that was to occur. Your father had my mother, right under your mothers nose."
Leopold stood up agitated, "How dare you speak of my parents in such a manner. I will not listen to another word."
"I think you will, because you know it to be true."
"I know no such thing!"
"Janet, tell him." Leopold looked at Janet and she put her head down.
"It's true, Leopold. Maybe not the way he is telling it, but it is true."
Leopold paced the room, trying to compose himself, "This is the news, Kate found out here. This is what you have been keeping from me? For how long, Janet?"
Janet began to whimper and Edgar laughed, "Janet has known for quite some time, haven't you my dear? Your uncle sent her away because she knew that I was your brother."
"That isn't exactly true, Leopold. Edgar said things but I didn't understand them, I really had no idea till much later, when I was in India, but I had no proof, I couldn't tell you. It was speculation only. You have to believe me." She pleaded.
Leopold was appalled with this information, "You are saying that my uncle has been aware of this situation for all this time?"
Edgar smiled, "That is the case. Your family's indebtedness stems from your Uncle silencing my mother from revealing my paternity. What a scandal it could cause your family. Your uncle, or should I say our uncle, believed he had your best interests at heart, but he got deeper and deeper into debt, my mother asked for more money and he had no choice but to succumb to her demands."
Leopold's head was reeling with all this information. He turned and eyed Edgar not saying a word. He tried to see past the bitter angry psychotic of a man and see something else. A hint of the fact they were related by blood. Something, but he saw nothing. Part of him felt he should feel something. Feel something for a brother he had always longed for. But there was nothing. He took the brandy and swigged it back, and without asking went to the decanter on the sideboard and poured himself another.
"Make yourself at home, dear brother." Edgar teased, "This is definitely a time to celebrate, to bad your wife can not join us at this time, but she is indisposed."
This set Leopold off and quickly he pulled Janet away from Edgar and the knife and threw her to the door, "Get out, Janet. Now."
Janet didn't hesitate and darted out the door. Leopold returned to Edgar and found the knife now at his own neck, "Nice move, Leopold. Save the damsel in distress, but you are not so lucky, brother dear."
He took a deep breath and tried to remain calm although the anger was building up inside of him, "And what do you plan to do with me, Edgar? Kill me? I suppose that is the plan. You tried once and failed, no doubt a rather sore subject. I am sure you have every intention of succeeding this time around. What are you waiting for? Slit my throat, Edgar. Murder your own brother, become the Duke of Albany, isn't that what you have always wanted? All it would take is one slash…go on. Do it!"
Edgar didn't like his coolness, he noticed Leopold was much more composed and the self-assuredness he had always possessed had returned. Edgar felt some of the power he gained slipping away and he couldn't allow that to happen.
Back at Balinor, Otis was concerned with the fact Leopold had not returned from his ride, and there was no sign of Kate or Janet and Jack for that matter. He confronted Millard as he was heading for the dining room for dinner, "My lord, I hate to disturb you, but I am concerned that Leopold has not returned and it is getting dark. Normally under the circumstances I would not be alarmed but he was agitated earlier on the journey from London."
"Agitated about what, Otis?"
"Lord Spencer, I am afraid. He ran into him last evening, and put ideas into Leopold's head as usual."
Millard looked concerned, "What kind of ideas, Otis?"
"About the relationship you had with Leopold's father. And from there Leopold asked questions about his mother and the fact she had no other children. I know you have always wanted to protect him from any painful incidences."
"Otis as you recall, he and his mother nearly died."
"I am aware of that, but Leopold doesn't understand why he is not told these things."
"I treat him like a child, that is what you are implying, Otis. And you are correct. After his father died I had a huge responsibility and all I ever wanted was that boys happiness."
"Then maybe now you can see it in your heart to tell him the truth about everything." Millard looked at Otis, he didn't know what he knew. Possibly nothing but Otis knew things weren't right, and had known for a long time. He had spent many years as Leopold's father's manservant and then had devoted his whole life to Leopold upon the death of his parents. Leopold was like his son, and Millard knew that the relationship they shared was one he would never possess with his nephew.
"What do you know of the truth, Otis?"
"I know you are keeping secrets from him."
"I have done the best I could by him."
"Of course, sir, I know that and Leopold is aware of that as well. But it's time to tell him the truth, whatever that may be. And the sooner the better. I believe Leopold is in danger."
Millard looked surprised, "I am sure you are mistaken, Otis."
"Kate is missing, Thomas has informed me Jack and Janet have not been seen for hours as well. 4 horses are missing from the stables. I can only assume they will all be found at Westlake."
"Westlake?" Millard looked alarmed.
"Did you know, Leopold has been carrying a pistol since the shooting accident?"
"Oh, dear, god. I must have Thomas fetch the carriage. Leopold with a pistol! It is an image I would rather not even contemplate, especially when his temper flares up as it does on occasion."
"I suggest you contact the authorities, send a constable over to the house. You are no match for Lord Spencer, sir."
"You are right. Will you get Thomas to do that, right away. I must have a word with my wife."
"Right away, my lord." Otis left the room.
Millard headed into the dining room looking full of gloom and Margaret looked up at him, "Millard, what is it?"
"I am afraid there is trouble, Margaret. Trouble I am responsible for." She got up and went to him, putting her arm around him.
"It can't be that bad, surely."
"I have kept things from you and Leopold for far to long. I have gotten myself into a large hole that continues to grow and is harder and harder to get out of with each passing day. This nonsense is going to stop tonight. I must go to Westlake right away, I have every reason to believe Kate and Leopold are in danger."
Margaret covered her mouth, "Edgar."
Millard nodded, "I have a lot of explaining to do to both of you, but right now I must make hast, every minute that passes by could put their lives into jeopardy."
She gave him a kiss, "Do be careful. Oh, Millard, I couldn't bare it if anything happened to either one of you."
Millard wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, and could not reassure her he would be safe, the way Edgar had been behaving lately, it was clear, he was clearly not of any sane mind whatsoever!
Jack was still roaming the perimeter of the house looking for some way to get in without being noticed, and was taken by surprise when the backdoor opened and Janet flung herself out breathing heavily.
"Oh, Jack." She ran to his arms and although he was cross with her disobeying him he held her close to him.
He was nearly in tears; "I have to get you out of here."
"We can't go, Leopold and Kate are in danger. Edgar is a lunatic!"
"Tell me something I don't know."
"We have to go find Kate. She is upstairs somewhere."
"I think we need to go back and get the authorities."
"No, it could be too late. He is going to kill Leopold, I have no doubt. That can't happen, Jack. We can't let that happen."
Jack held her close to him all the while thinking of what he must do. Janet being held close to him felt his pistol in his trousers, and she too thought of what had to be done. Edgar had to be stopped.
