“Except he was lying. I could see it on his face.”
“What do you mean you couldseeit?”
“I’ve been studying him for weeks. He has a tell when he lies.”
“A tell? Explain,” Simon said.
“I delivered the first letter you had Caillen write to him.” Robbi paused, before admitting, “I may have read it before I gave it to him.”
“It was sealed,” Caillen said.
“I didn’t break the seal,” Robbi drew back in affront. “I held it up to the light.”
“Because that’s less egregious than breaking the seal?” Her sister fired back.
“It’s how spies do it.”
“Actually, they do it by any means possible,” Simon interjected.
“That’s not helping,” Caillen said.
“If I recall correctly, this wouldn’t be an issue if you had delivered it like you promised.”
“Sorry, darling. I thought you were going to die and didn’t want to leave you.”
He supposed he could forgive her that.
“I’ll remember that for next time I have to read someone’s mail.”
“There will be no next time, Robbi.” Caillen warned. “So, you delivered the letter. How is it you came to know ‘his tell’ when he is lying?”
“After reading Simon’s letter, I knew if Simon did die, Mr. Williamson wasn’t going to pass on anything to us, and we had a right to know what Lord Pembrock knows about papa’s death.”
“You don’t know he wouldn’t pass the information on to us,” Caillen argued. “I would have gone to him.”
“Robbi’s conclusion is correct,” Simon confirmed.
Robbi’s expression turned smug and she continued. “I began following him, but I had never been able to determine the locations of his lodging.”
“Oh, Robbi, please don’t tell me you found it and you went through his rubbish,” Caillen said with a groan.
“His lodging contained absolutely nothing of value.”
Caillen’s head snapped up. “You went inside?”
“Of course I went inside. How else would I see what he discarded?”
Simon stayed Caillen’s next action with a hand to her thigh. “Continue, Robbi.”
“Today, I sent him a message from the Prime Minister and told him he was needed at once.”
He squeezed Caillen’s thigh even tighter, not only to keep her quiet, but to calm himself before he responded. “Robbi, that is treasonous. How did you obtain the PM’s seal?”
She winced. “You don’t want to know.”
If Ross didn’t lock her up and throw away the key, he would.
“That’s not the important part anyway.”
