The Mystery
“You had Pearson horse-whip my husband!” Amelia’s face was a mask of grief and rage in the candlelight. “Why?”
“I did no such thing.” So that’s what those “slaps” were about. “I merely told him your husband was in my rooms, as I said I would.”
“He did you no harm,” Amelia said. “You should have known what would happen.”
I thought using a horsewhip on men was barbaric. But I could never forget Amelia not warning me of Molly’s scheming. And the last thing I wanted to do was undermine Pearson to his servants. “Mr. Dewey chose to come up here without being summoned. He knew the rules. Do you know why he came here?”
Amelia’s face fell. “He wouldn’t tell me.”
“And that’s the problem. There are reasons downstairs servants aren’t allowed here. Is he a spy? Did he steal, or break
