“Miss Jeffries. This was just brought to the door. Since Lady Waddington has returned to London and Sir Henry, is gone for the day, I thought you might decide what is to be done. The person who brought it insists he will not leave without some answer.” Taking the letter from Niles’ tray, Elizabeth broke the seal and scanned the heavy scrawl. Her eyes flew back to the beginning and she began deciphering the script. “Tell the man to go to the Crown and Sword. He can get a mug of ale from the innkeeper by using my uncle’s name. Tell him word will be sent to him as soon as possible.” “Yes, miss.” Niles bowed and went to do as instructed. Elizabeth glanced over the letter again. How right I was to be concerned about Morton, she thought, the unease that had plagued her since the arrival of her brother’s last letter a week past filling her mind. This was written but three weeks past. There is hope help may reach Morton in time. At least this— she looked at the signature at the bottom, Captain Paraton is attempting to care for him.
