Lord Fitzwarren lifted his glass and threw it at the wall, where it exploded into a hundred pieces and dribbled brandy down the oak panelling. “John Smith! John Smith again!”
Lady Charlotte sat on her chair, humming and chuckling as she read an amusing passage in Cleland’s Fanny Hill. “What’s John Smith done now, Aubrey?”
Fanny Hill.“He’s killed another of my men,” Lord Fitzwarren grabbed a glass and poured himself another drink.
Lady Charlotte shook her head and reread another passage before she spoke again. “Who has Mr Smith killed now?”
“Skinner Joe.” Lord Fitzwarren downed his brandy in a single swallow and refilled the glass.
“I see.” Lady Charlotte put a finger in the book to mark her place. “John Smith seems to be hunting them down. That’s the second of your pet highwaymen he h
