He drove his carriage swiftly, luggage carefully stowed, Spencer having made discreet arrangements for him and Henson to get back to London. He felt badly at abandoning them, but he needed to move quickly. If he found Jeremy, he needed to be alone.
The wind was freezing, and the sky heavy with threatening snow. It was an appalling afternoon. Even with his caped great coat, hat, and gloves he was cold, so he could only imagine how Jeremy was faring. He set out, keeping an eye out for him as he went. It had taken so damned long to sort out the mess to a point where he could leave without occasioning comment, he would be lucky if he ever saw him again. He trotted the horses along the roadway, peering into the trees as he passed. There was only one real road, so he prayed Jeremy had not stray
