Bryson said. He wouldn’t look at her. Instead, he stared at the paneled door to the hotel suite that housed Mr. Raymond Eads. “It makes no difference that I’ve come,” Elisabeth said. “What matters is that you have come. I’ll go as soon as I’ve seen this through. Someone has to be pleasant to this man. It’s the least I can do. I feel responsible.” “To him.” “Do not,” she warned. “You have rejected any responsibility I feel toward you.” She took a deep breath. “I’ll need ten minutes to make introductions, and then I will go. You could not have been more clear.” “I said that I would go.” “And leave me alone to look after that massive house of yours? Please, do not bother.” It was their first exchange since she had left his chamber in the early morning. She’d asked a maid to inform her when he ordered the carriage brought around. When he climbed in, she was already seated on the opposite bench. He had not ejected her, as she feared, but the short ride to Mr.
