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“‘We?’” Guy asked. “I’m the one who normally does the carrying.”
“That is because you are the one who usually renders the suspects unconscious.”
“It is much easier that way,” Guy said.
Oliver removed a pocket watch from his waistcoat. “We should have just enough time to put this man in jail and still be at White’s on time.”
“Good. Corbyn has become a real stickler about punctuality,” Guy joked.
They hailed a hackney, riding the short distance to the jail and turning the suspect over to the guards. Then, they returned to the hackney and continued on to White’s.
They had just stepped into the club when Hawthorne caught sight of them and waved them over.
Guy and Oliver walked to the round table in the corner of the room. “I hope we aren’t too late,” Guy said as he sat down. “We had to make a quick stop at the prison before we arrived.”
Corbyn spoke up. “We assumed as much.”
A server walked over and placed a glass of brandy in front of him. As Guy picked it up, Corbyn announced, “Tonight we are celebrating.”
“What are we celebrating?” Guy asked.
“Your retirement,” Corbyn said.
Guy frowned. “I am not entirely pleased with that decision.”
“It is time, especially since you have become increasingly busy at the House of Commons,” Hawthorne said.
“That is true,” Guy reluctantly admitted.
Oliver glanced over at him. “There is even talk that you will become Speaker of the House soon.”
“I wouldn’t give that gossip much heed,” Guy remarked.
Hawthorne smiled. “It isn’t gossip,” he said. “You have had an impressive few years in the House of Commons, and people have taken notice.”
“Furthermore, you and Oliver just tracked down the last conspirator who intended to kill the cabinet members,” Corbyn added.
“That was an easy feat,” Guy remarked, shrugging off their praise. “Besides, Oliver was an excellent partner on the case.”
Oliver chuckled. “I never did think I would see the day that Stewart and I would make a great team.”
“That you did,” Corbyn said. “Now, raise your glasses to Stewart.”
They all lifted their glasses in the air before they took a drink.
Corbyn put down his empty glass, then said, “I believe it is time that we adjourn home to see our families.”
Hawthorne rose from his seat. “I shall see you all at the same time next week.”
As Guy exited White’s, he hailed a hackney and rode the short distance to his whitewashed townhouse in the fashionable part of Town. When they arrived, he stepped down and extended a few coins up to the driver.
He hurried up the steps and entered through the main door. Barrow greeted him from across the entry hall. “Good evening.”
Guy removed his gloves and placed them on the table. “Where is my wife?”
“She is in the drawing room with your mother.”
“Excellent.” He walked over to the drawing room and saw Daphne sitting next to his mother on the settee. “I hope I am not disturbing you.”
