He’d like to strangle the bastard who had entered the wager about Cass into the betting books, but he had to find out who it was first. Atherton had promised to tell him if he learned anything. His other friends and acquaintances seemed to be avoiding him. Probably some of them were among the scandalmongers. Scowling, Adam dragged his attention back to the document before him. Parliament was conducting a second inquiry into the disaster at Walcheren to follow up on some matters not addressed previously. He’d been summoned to give testimony, since he’d been out of the country the first time. He was loath to take part, hating the thought of dredging it all up again. Reluctantly, he concluded it was incumbent upon him to do his duty and answer questions, but he dreaded it. He set the summons aside and picked up the letter he’d been writing earlier. 11 June London Dearest Cassie, I miss you to distraction. I dream about having you: in my bed, on my desk, atop the library table, under the dining room table.
