He pelted into the road just as the carriage turned the corner to Castle Street. He ran after it, shouting, and managed to keep it in sight to the next corner, where it turned east on the Western Road. Sykes would take the Dyke Road north, out of town. The bastard was kidnapping Samantha! Salverton was gasping for breath from running, and all the while the carriage was drawing farther away from him. He cursed himself for having taken her to Sykes’s lair. He’d have to report it to the constable. Bow Street would be called in at once. Strangely, it was not the shame and disgrace of it that bothered Salverton, but the realization that Samantha was in danger. Why the devil hadn’t she called out for help? She knew he was right next door. He paused a moment and stood, rubbing his chin. The answer was staring him in the face. Samantha hadn’t been kidnapped. The baggage had gone off willingly with her Mr. Sykes, not realizing what a villain the man was. The thing to discover was where Sykes was taking her.
