Sophie felt dizzy. She could guess where this was leading but she could not bring herself to believe it.
‘I overheard the doctor in the next room talking to his assistant. They must have thought I was asleep,’ Cal went on. ‘They were circumspect, but what they said made me wonder and then, the more I thought, the more suspicious it all seemed. Someone was poisoning me, systematically. Someone was arranging accidents. And who could that be but my heirs? My uncle or my cousin. Or both of them.’
‘And so you left?’
‘It felt like running away, but I could do nothing else. I was so weak and I could prove nothing. Courageously staying put and dying didn’t seem like a very sensible approach. And who would believe me? I began to make preparations, found Prescott and made arrangements for him to take over as my agent while I was away, took Jared into my confidence and found he shared my suspicions. It began as an experiment, but my health improved halfway across the Atlantic and I have never had another bout of that sickness and fever since.’
‘And accidents?’
‘Some.’ He shrugged. ‘Many. But all of them I can account for by my own recklessness, or the dangers of the situation I was in – avalanches, footpads, raging rivers, falls from horses. Once I had regained my strength and health I could have turned around, come back to England, confronted the situation.’
‘But how? How do you prove their innocence?’ Or guilt.
Cal shrugged. ‘That was partly why I did not come back, I had no idea how to tackle this. And in the event I found I was enjoying myself, that I loved travel. I was healthy and young and in control of my life and I could manage everything at home at arm’s length. Before long I had a wife and child. Then Madeleine died and I knew I had to come back. I couldn’t drag Isobel around the world, I couldn’t leave my responsibilities at a distance any longer. Seven years were almost up. I needed an heir. So I came home to see what reaction that would provoke.’
He shook his head and lobbed a crust off into the bushes, making a blackbird erupt with cries of panic and fly away down the hill. Sophie could feel the frustration coming off him in waves like the heat from a fire. ‘And I am no further forward. My uncle and cousin reacted when they saw me in ways that could be perfectly innocent. My health is fine. I have suffered no accidents.’ He pushed his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath. ‘I have either spent years abroad having abandoned England for nothing more than a fevered imagining, or there is real danger and I am drawing you into it. I had to tell you, although I cannot believe you would be in any danger until – ’
‘I was known to be carrying a child?’
‘Exactly.’ In the silence that followed Sophie could almost hear the cogs of Cal’s brain working. ‘I could not go any further without telling you, but I did not feel able to say anything before – ’ He stopped, sent her a sideways look.
‘Before you knew you could trust me,’ she stated for him. The whole situation was appalling, but beneath that was the warm glow that he could trust her with this, believe that she would support him and not laugh in his face, or reject him, or gossip.
‘It is a lot to ask you to deal with. I would not blame you if you found that we were… incompatible.’
‘I think we are very compatible.’ Somehow she had shifted and was sitting close beside him, her arm linked though his, her head on his shoulder. Cal tipped his to meet hers and they sat, silent, sharing thoughts until her memory threw up something disconcerting that she had kept from him.
‘Cal, I told you that Ralph was in love and wanted to marry a woman he knew his father would disapprove of?’ Cal nodded. ‘He said he would have married her long ago but that his father expected him to do his duty by the dukedom, that he was an heir and must marry well and suitably.’ Cal sat up straight and swivelled to look at her. ‘Ralph is of age, he is older than you. He has independent means and his own lands. There is nothing to stop him marrying where he wishes and yet his father put enough pressure on him to marry as if he was the actual heir apparent. It was his father’s wish that he marry me, or someone like me. It is Lord Peter who is treating this inheritance with deadly seriousness.’ Cal’s face was bleak and she remembered that this was the man who had been like a father to him. The sense of betrayal must be like a stab wound. ‘Your aunt is not happy to see you wed, either.’
‘No,’ he agreed flatly.
‘Cal – could it have been her, all along? Who better than a woman to poison your food, or however it was that made you ill?’
‘And the accidents?’
‘Anyone with money can employ criminals to do anything, I imagine.’