Judicious questioning of his coachman revealed that her daytime excursions tended to be innocent enough, mostly a vast amount of time spent at modistes, silk and furniture warehouses. Occasionally she ventured through the City of London to the Spitalfields area where Mr. Chorley had several factories. He must remember to ask what drew her to such an unfashionable quarter. He’d never had the impression that she was involved with her uncle’s business. Indeed, it would be most irregular for a lady, especially one who had wed an earl to improve the social standing of her family. With her lover conveniently in the next house, there was no need for them to venture far afield in search of a trysting place. To foil her access to Fortescue House through the garden gate, Damian locked the doors into the garden from the parlor and library and pocketed the keys. If she tried to go out, she would have to ask the servants. Unable to find the keys, the butler would inform him of the problem. He wasn’t sure what he’d say, but he’d think of something.
