My mood was coinciding with the night. While I was pleased with the information I’d gotten about the regiment, I had no idea what to do about finding Lady Stuart. As I trudged back to Limehouse Street I swore I wouldn’t be the reason Colin couldn’t solve this case. No matter what, I was going to find the blasted woman somehow. The wind caught my coat as I rounded the corner, slapping it against my thighs, but I gave it little thought as I concentrated on how Colin began every case he took, how he would start by assembling the facts, clinically and without prejudice. I tried to think of everything I knew about Lady Stuart. She had to be comely enough to attract a suitor such as Captain Bellingham, a young man of high regard with the promise of a long career in the Queen’s service ahead of him. She was also likely either widowed or unsatisfactorily wed, given their affair and the apparent frequency with which they were able to carry it off. Last, she had to be a woman of questionable conscience to be involved in such an indiscretion with a married man.
