Lord of the Abbey (45 page)

“
Very good.” George Whitely drained his tankard and left Percy alone in the room. Or so he thought.

Percy rose and opened a door which connected onto a room.

A small and petite woman with red hair sauntered seductively into the parlour. Percy pointed her back toward the bedchamber.

“
Your weasel of a husband has left, Amelia. Remove your gown now for I’ve need of you. Let me give you the pleasure he cannot.”

“
I will be rid of George soon, won’t I, Percy?” she asked huskily after she removed her garments hastily then stood naked before him.

“
Very Soon.” Percy smiled his cold, chilling smile, while he unfastened his trousers. He pushed the woman onto her stomach on the bed. “On your knees. Bend over.” Then Percy would be rid of
her
. For he would leave none behind to tell the tale. For the next day and a half, he would sate his lust with her.

For the thrill of the deed before him made him tight with need. She was a lusty little thing, even took his cock deeply in her mouth and swallowed his seed. She even liked it a little rough, just the way he liked to give it. He squeezed her breasts roughly as he mounted her from behind. Thrust hard and deep. He cared not if she gleaned any pleasure from their coupling. Only that he received pleasure and release.

It was so titillating for him to know that when he was a wealthy and respected man, he’d have whatever he wished along with any woman he wanted with a snap of his fingers. Like the lusty Lords of the Avalon Society, women would fall at his feet and beg to suck his cock just because of who
he
was.

Percy Davitt, the discoverer of the scroll exposing and proving the secrets, or
Secretum Domini,
of Glastonbury. It had such a pleasant ring to it. His find, from the information handed down by his ancestors Esau and John Davitt. He was certain to gain admittance into the Royal Society of Antiquaries. And if he were able to help his superiors in this endeavor denounce the Avalon Society as a band of frauds along with his good fortune, ruin the good names of those same Lords, what a bonus that would be! The thought excited him so much he came before he thrusted into the whore a dozen times. Oh well. He received great satisfaction from such wonderful thoughts. Yet, he needed more. Greater release.

“
Now, my naughty Amelia. I’m not quite finished with you tonight. I need that sinful red mouth on my cock.”

“
George Whitely?”

“
Who’s asking?” George Whitely sniffed disdainfully, speaking with the superior demeanor of a gentleman of his rank and station.

“
Someone who knows you’re involved with the trouble at Stonedown.” A large hand pinned him against the tavern wall, while the hand of another large man snatched the arm of his coat and pulled him back further into the shadows of the alley.

“
You hired men who shot three people. The constable knows, and will come to collect you tomorrow when he receives the writ from the Judge. Unless, of course you wish to confess, and tell us what you know. We can arrange for a deal.”

“
You lie!”

“
No.” Trevan Chynoweth gave him the names of the two men in the gaol. “Since you hired those men and were named by them, you will be accused of the shooting of the Lord Amesbury, Lord Wincanton and Lady Caroline Bellingham, the sister of the new Earl of Glaston.”

“
Come here! And be silent or I’ll cut your throat.” Wyldhurst pushed Whitely before him. After the dazed man walked a few steps, Wyldhurst reached out and grabbed his coat, pushing him roughly to face the wall.” He leaned very close to his ear and whispered, “Look through this window. There’s a hole in the curtain. Tell me if that is your wife sucking Percy Davitt’s cock.” Wyldhurst grinning broadly, stood back, crossed his arms, and looked to Trevan.

George Whitely stepped back after peering through the hole, his eyes so large both Trevan and Wyldhurst thought they might pop out of his head. He gulped, nodded his head. “Y-yes. That is the bitch I married.”

They pushed him further back into the dark alley. “Before you came outside, they were talking about how they were going to get rid of you. It appears it might be as soon as tomorrow night.”

George Whitely suddenly felt nauseous. “What can I do?” he whined.

“
Help us. We’ll make certain you won’t get charged for the deeds you are already wanted for.”

“
And if I don’t?”

Wyldhurst brandished a rather evil and wicked smile as he held up a large knife. “I kill you. Now.”

“
Tell me what I need to do.”

“
Very well. Come with us, Mr. Whitely.”

Amelia Whitely entered the foyer and removed her gloves. The light in the library was on which meant her bore of a husband was still up.

“
Darling is that you?” His voice filtered into the entry from the library.

“
Yes, George.” The only reason she sounded genuinely happy was because this might be the last night she walked back into this shabby old manor house to find him here. Percy would rid her of him for good!

“
How was your meeting at Mrs. Enmore’s?”

“
Lovely. Well, I am very tired. I’m going to bed, George dear.”

“
Very good, Mrs. Whitely. I’ll see you in the morning.”

After the lady’s footsteps on the stairs were no longer heard, Wyldhurst emerged from behind the ridiculously full, velvet draperies. He knew in the low lamplight his hulking size, and dark, angular features would render him even more menacing to the already worried man. “Well done, George. Say anything to your wife about us, and we’ll let Percy kill you unless we decide to do it ourselves first. I will remind you that your house is being watched. If you try to leave tonight or tomorrow, your throat shall be cut by my man outside. If you do as we tell you to, everything will be fine. You will go free.”

Wyldhurst continued, “Keep your appointment with Percy tomorrow evening, stay calm and collected and we won’t allow him to kill you. Do this and all will be well. If he contacts you before then, even tonight, send a message right away, to number 5 at the George and Pilgrim. Remember, my man is right outside your home.” Luc left him with a smile. He enjoyed frightening the little weasel. He felt he did a superior job.

“
Yes, number 5. I’ll remember.” George Whitely sighed in relief after the large man left. He never did trust that Percy Davitt or his whorish wife. Dalworth was a lunatic. Things turned in his favor this night. Dalworth and Davitt would be caught, he’d divorce his wife, and he would go free. He wasn’t leaving his library until it was time to meet Percy and this was finished and well behind him.

“
Where is Wyldhurst?” Elveston asked when the gentlemen were once again ensconced in the library.

“
Harry sent Wyldhurst and I to visit Mr. George Whitely earlier this evening. Wyldhurst decided to stay for a few hours more. He will be back at some point in time.” Trevan shrugged.

“
Whitely.” Micah asked, “wasn’t he the one who was named by both the hired brown-coated thugs from London? And the man whom we saw in the George and Pilgrim, Harry?”

Harry nodded.

“
The one that ordered us shot?” Lyon was reclining on the chaise, a brandy in his hand. “Wyldhurst should kill him.”

“
Whitely is just a puppet for Davitt. He agreed to help us.” Trevan smiled.

“
Why did he agree to that?” Newt inquired, more curious after noting the smug look on Trevan’s face.

Trevan relayed the entire story.

Harry was pale when Trevan finished. “So we don’t have a clue what Dalworth is planning or when? Davitt is letting him go off half cocked to do his own thing. To come after my wife?”

“
I’m afraid so, Harry. The man is a bona fide lunatic, he’s over the edge. Wyldhurst and I were going to follow him, but he had three men with him tonight. They walked off together toward the High Street back toward the George. But if we hadn’t stayed behind to listen to Davitt and Whitely talk, and then Davitt and Whitely’s wife, we wouldn’t have George Whitely in our service.”

“
I know, Trevan. It’s just…” Harry’s voice faltered.

“
You’re worried about your lovely wife, and all the other ladies, as are we. No one is going to get through us to harm any of them Harry.”

“
No one, Harry,” Micah stated. “Dalworth is a madman to even try to get in this house. So is Davitt, for that matter.”

“
Davitt actually thinks he can get in?” Elveston snorted. “Not likely. And what about that Avalon Society business Trevan mentioned, I don’t recall someone like Davitt applying to be a member.

“
I do,” Gabriel Chynoweth, Trevan’s cousin and fellow society member answered. “He’s pasty with pale yellow hair and scary eyes, right?”

“
Yes, Gabriel, that’s him.” Trevan listened with interest.

Gabriel continued, “He presented some ridiculous article on
Proof of Vampires in the House of Lords
along with his application for admission into the Society.”

“
Oh, that bit of farce. I remember that. I know we are supposed to be open-minded in our field, but the man presented no proof to support his claims. He was clearly attacking the Peers. He supplied no evidence whatsoever to prove any member in the House of Lords was a vampire. His application was declined immediately that same morning,” Micah informed them. “I personally declined it.”

“
So
he
is a lunatic, also.” Harry shook his head in frustration.

“
Yes. It seems. But look at the bright side,” Trevan said with a wicked grin, “it might be easier for us to catch unhinged, bona fide lunatics.” Trevan laughed. “We already knew they were crazy trying everything they’ve tried so far with us. Now we know who they are, and with any luck, we’ll learn what their plans are from that weakling, Whitely. If not, we know what we are dealing with and to remain on guard. I sent a couple more of my cousins into the town. We are now watching them. Both Dalworth and Davitt.”

“
I don’t feel comfortable that we are dealing with two lunatics working separately. I’m tempted to just go and slit Dalworth’s throat tonight while he’s in his bed and get him out of the way,” Harry threatened menacingly, as he paced.

“
That’s cold-blooded murder, Harry. Dalworth is crazy, he’ll trip up. He’ll never get in. We’ll shoot him before he makes it inside,” Trevan argued. “Then it’s legal murder.”

“
Relax, Harry.” Micah spoke up. “Go upstairs to Rowena. It’s your wedding night. We’ll work out the plan, and fill you in tomorrow morning after breakfast. We’ve increased the outside and inside watch. We’re good tonight.”

“
Go on, Harry,” Trevan coaxed. “I’ll be up to relieve Tremayne in a bit. He’s already up there watching Rowena’s room and the parlour where the treasures are. Tomorrow morning, I will look at the Aramaic scroll. Micah and I feel that one is the oldest scroll of the lot. We’re guessing it’s the one Davitt is looking for. We’ll put it in one of the safes after.”

“
I will start on the oldest Greek scroll, my Aramaic is not so good.” Micah looked Harry in the eye then. “Go upstairs, Harry. You’re too emotionally attached to be making these decisions, and you know it. We are all your friends, you trust us, and you know we will not forget Rowena’s or any of the ladies’ safety. It’s your wedding night. Your lovely bride is waiting.”

Harry sighed heavily. “Very well. I’ll go. But I expect to be told everything you discuss first thing tomorrow morning.”

“
I give you my word,” Micah promised.

After Harry left, Lyon boldly inquired, “So, you’ve got to tell us, can you hear anything outside their door when you’re on guard duty. I mean it’s obvious they’ve, ah, you know.”

“
Yes,” Grinning from ear to ear, Trevan opened his mouth to speak. Receiving a silencing glare from Micah, Trevan’s grin disappeared, and his mouth closed tightly. He then said, “Snoring.”

“
Oh, come on. Give us something on Harry!” Lyon laughed.

“
No,” Micah scolded, “Can you imagine having to live that way, you’re in love with a wonderful woman and there must be a guard outside your bedchamber door even on your wedding night. How horrible would that be?”