It must be near time for dinner. He usually didn’t search for so long, but if Rosalind had held to her word her footman would be gone, so who’d notice? She could hardly sit outside his door waiting. And if she did, it would serve the vixen right to wait a long time.As usual, he’d found nothing. There were plenty of documents—he’d even stumbled across the family Bible with its list of marriages, births, and deaths—but his parents’ marriage had not been recorded at all. And he’d found no sign of his parents’ marriage certificate.Damnation. The earl must have a safe secreted away somewhere, probably in his room. That was where Griff really needed to look—but the old bastard never left his bed. And Daniel had given Griff only three more days.Daniel, that self-righteous scoundrel. They’d never been at odds before, not like this. With his sleeve, Griff wiped the sweat from his grimy brow, streaking soot across the lawn fabric. He stared at it in the staircase’s dim candlelight.
