It took even longer for her to try and find a handle on the situation to turn it to her advantage. It took so long, in fact, that she could not do it. She could only sigh as Hurdy stood before her, lifting up her bruised face until he stared right into her eyes. "You betrayed me. You were supposed to kill 'im." It was not a question. "I told you I would protect Wilberforce until I met with Teggie." She glanced over at Lord Baylor. "My lord, would you be so kind as to open your mouth." "I beg your pardon!" "Do it!" ordered Hurdy. "I will not." The man practically quivered in outrage. Then something absolutely delightful happened. Mr. Wilberforce, a crippled old man, surged up and grabbed hold of Lord Baylor's hair, pulling it backward. Then he peered down into the man's mouth. "Three gold teeth," he pronounced solemnly. Fantine smiled. She had not even thought Wilberforce aware of their discoveries regarding Teggie. In answer to her unspoken question, the MP turned to her. "Penworthy told me.
