That man was still a trifle dazed after being half bullied and half cajoled into seeing the error of his subordinate’s actions in mistaking a Marquess for a common housebreaker. And not just any Marquess, oh no, but the beloved scion of one of the most powerful families in the land (not to mention the grandson of two Dukes and the godson of no less than three of the royal Princes). Jack Watkins had let a band of housebreakers all but denude Sir George Forwood’s house in order to collar a titled Lothario, and his superior knew his only pleasure to be had out of this entire episode would be from verbally ripping a strip off the watchman’s ignorant hide. The newly released and, amazingly, still amused Marquess paused at the threshold to the street, his interest mildly piqued at the sight of a middle-aged, foreign-looking gentleman dressed in turban and flowing robes, and the man’s strikingly beautiful and obviously irate female companion. Who had the Charlies nabbed now? he thought idly, leaning against the doorjamb and assuming the part of interested bystander.
What do You think about The Mischievous Miss Murphy?
