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  THE BLACK MOTH

  A ROMANCE OF THE XVIII CENTURY

  BY

  GEORGETTE HEYER

  Contents

  PROLOGUE CHAPTER XVI CHAPTER I CHAPTER XVII CHAPTER II CHAPTER XVIII CHAPTER III CHAPTER XIX CHAPTER IV CHAPTER XX CHAPTER V CHAPTER XXI CHAPTER VI CHAPTER XXII CHAPTER VII CHAPTER XXIII CHAPTER VIII CHAPTER XXIV CHAPTER IX CHAPTER XXV CHAPTER X CHAPTER XXVI CHAPTER XI CHAPTER XXVII CHAPTER XII CHAPTER XXVIII CHAPTER XIII CHAPTER XXIX CHAPTER XIV EPILOGUE CHAPTER XV

  PROLOGUE

  Clad in his customary black and silver, with raven hair unpowdered andelaborately dressed, diamonds on his fingers and in his cravat, HughTracy Clare Belmanoir, Duke of Andover, sat at the escritoire in thelibrary of his town house, writing.

  He wore no rouge on his face, the almost unnatural pallor of whichseemed designedly enhanced by a patch set beneath his right eye. Browsand lashes were black, the former slanting slightly up at the corners,but his narrow, heavy-lidded eyes were green and strangely piercing. Thethin lips curled a little, sneering, as one dead-white hand travelled toand fro across the paper.

  ... but it seems that the Fair Lady has a Brother, who, finding MeEnamoured, threw down the Gauntlet. I soundly whipt the presumptuousChild, and so the Affair ends. Now, as you, My dear Frank, also tooksome Interest in the Lady, I write for the Express Purpose of informingYou that at my Hands she has received no Hurt, nor is not like to. ThisI in part tell You that You shall not imagine Yr self in Honor boundagain to call Me out, which Purpose, an I mistake not, I yesterday readin Yr Eyes. I should be Exceeding loth to meet You in a Second Time,when I should consider it my Duty to teach You an even severer Lessonthan Before. This I am not Wishful of doing for the Liking I bear You.

  "So in all Friendship believe me, Frank,

  "Your most Obedient, Humble

  "DEVIL."

  His Grace of Andover paused, pen held in mid-air. A mocking smile dawnedin his eyes, and he wrote again.

  "In the event of any Desire on Yr Part to hazard Yr Luck with my lateParamour, Permit Me to warn You 'gainst the Bantam Brother, who is inVery Truth a Fire-Eater, and would wish to make of You, as of Me, oneMouthfull. I shall hope to see You at the Queensberry Rout on Thursday,when You may Once More strive to direct mine Erring Footsteps on to theThorny Path of Virtue."

  His Grace read the postscript through with another satisfied, sardonicsmile. Then he folded the letter, and affixing a wafer, peremptorilystruck the hand-bell at his side.

  And the Honourable Frank Fortescue, reading the postscript half-an-hourlater, smiled too, but differently. Also he sighed and put the letterinto the fire.

  "And so ends another _affaire_. ... I wonder if you'll go insolently tothe very end?" he said softly, watching the paper shrivel and flare up."I would to God you might fall honestly in love--and that the lady mightsave you from yourself--my poor Devil!"

  CHAPTER I

  AT THE CHEQUERS INN, FALLOWFIELD

  Chadber was the name of the host, florid of countenance, portly ofperson, and of manner pompous and urbane. Solely within the walls of theChequers lay his world, that inn having been acquired by hisgreat-grandfather as far back as the year 1667, when the jovial StuartKing sat on the English throne, and the Hanoverian Electors were not yetdreamed of.

  A Tory was Mr. Chadber to the backbone. None so bitter 'gainst thelittle German as he, and surely none had looked forward more eagerly tothe advent of the gallant Charles Edward. If he confined his patriotismto drinking success to Prince Charlie's campaign, who shall blame him?And if, when sundry Whig gentlemen halted at the Chequers on their wayto the coast, and, calling for a bottle of Rhenish, bade him toss down aglass himself with a health to his Majesty, again who shall blame Mr.Chadber for obeying? What was a health one way or another when you hadrendered active service to two of his Stuart Highness's adherents?

  It was Mr. Chadber's boast, uttered only to his admiring Toryneighbours, that he had, at the risk of his own life, given shelter totwo fugitives of the disastrous 'Forty-five, who had come so far out oftheir way as quiet Fallowfield. That no one had set eyes on either ofthe men was no reason for doubting an honest landlord's word. But no onewould have thought of doubting any statement that Mr. Chadber mightmake. Mine host of the Chequers was a great personage in the town, beingable both to read and to write, and having once, when young, travelledas far north as London town, staying there for ten days and settingeyes on no less a person than the great Duke of Marlborough himself whenthat gentleman was riding along the Strand on his way to St. James's.

  Also, it was a not-to-be-ignored fact that Mr. Chadber's home-brewed alewas far superior to that sold by the landlord of the rival inn at theother end of the village.

  Altogether he was a most important character, and no one was more awareof his importance than his worthy self.

  To "gentlemen born," whom, he protested, he could distinguish at aglance, he was almost obsequiously polite, but on clerks and underlings,and men who bore no signs of affluence about their persons, he wastednone of his deference.

  Thus it was that, when a little green-clad lawyer alighted one day fromthe mail coach and entered the coffee-room at the Chequers, he wasreceived with pomposity and scarce-veiled condescension.

  He was nervous, it seemed, and more than a little worried. He offendedMr. Chadber at the outset, when he insinuated that he was come to meet agentleman who might perhaps be rather shabbily clothed, rather short ofpurse, and even of rather unsavoury repute. Very severely did Mr.Chadber give him to understand that guests of that description wereentirely unknown at the Chequers.

  There was an air of mystery about the lawyer, and it appeared almost asthough he were striving to probe mine host. Mr. Chadber bridled, alittle, and became aloof and haughty.

  When the lawyer dared openly to ask if he had had any dealings withhighwaymen of late, he was properly and thoroughly affronted.

  The lawyer became suddenly more at ease. He eyed Mr. Chadberspeculatively, holding a pinch of snuff to one thin nostril.

  "Perhaps you have staying here a certain--ah--Sir--Anthony--Ferndale?"he hazarded.

  The gentle air of injury fell from Mr. Chadber. Certainly he had, andcome only yesterday a-purpose to meet his solicitor.

  The lawyer nodded.

  "I am he. Be so good as to apprise Sir Anthony of my arrival."

  Mr. Chadber bowed exceeding low, and implored the lawyer not to remainin the draughty coffee-room. Sir Anthony would never forgive him an heallowed his solicitor to await him there. Would he not come to SirAnthony's private parlour?

  The very faintest of smiles creased the lawyer's thin face as he walkedalong the passage in Mr. Chadber's wake.

  He was ushered into a low-ceilinged, pleasant chamber looking out on tothe quiet street, and left alone what time Mr. Chadber went in search ofSir Anthony.

  The room was panelled and ceilinged in oak, with blue curtains to thewindows and blue cushions on the high-backed settle by the fire. A tablestood in the centre of the floor, with a white table-cloth thereon andplaces laid for two. Another smaller table stood by the fireplace,together with a chair and a stool.

  The lawyer took silent stock of his surroundings, and reflected grimlyon the landlord's sudden change of front. It would appear that SirAnthony was a gentleman of some standing at the Chequers.

  Yet the little man was plainly unhappy, and fell to pacing to and fro,his chin sunk low on his breast,