Knowing the inefficacy of his own coachman, he arranged for Corinne's to drive his rig for him. With delivery to his desired destination secured, he drew a fur rug around him, settled his wrenched knee comfortably, closed his eyes and conjured with such clues as he had accumulated thus far.He knew perfectly well that Jergen had not stolen the money from Prance's pocket because he had seen Jergen with his mask down standing a good three yards away during the fireworks. That needn't mean Jergen wasn't behind it, however. He might have got that nephew of his, Danby, to do the actual pilfering. Danby was the right size for the fellow standing at Prance's left side.Danby had the reputation of a nabob, but he certainly didn't spend any big money. It could have been Danby driving Jergen's crested carriage at the George and slicing that page out of the register. And the woman at the Pantheon could have been Mam'selle Grolier. He'd find out where she was from as well. He hadn't known about her yet when he wrote to Cousin Elvira.
