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been no declaration, and he would have expected that—but of the boiling over of a long-simmering frustration. He
had
to speak with Captain Cresswell. And he hoped that bloody secretary had managed to find the superintendent by the time he reached King’s House.
    * * *
    In the event, he reached King’s House long after dark and was informed by the governor’s butler—appearing like a black ghost in his nightshirt—that the household were asleep.
    ‘All right,’ he said wearily. ‘Call my valet, if you will. And tell the governor’s servant in the morning that I will require to speak to His Excellency after breakfast, no matter what his state of health may be.’
    Tom was sufficiently pleased to see Grey in one piece as to make no protest at being awakened and had him washed, nightshirted, and tucked up beneath his mosquito netting before the church bells of Spanish Town tolled midnight. The doors of his room had been repaired, but Grey made Tom leave the window open and fell asleep with a silken wind caressing his cheeks and no thought of what the morning might bring.
    He was roused from an unusually vivid erotic dream by an agitated banging. He pulled his head out from under the pillow, the feel of rasping red hairs still rough on his lips, and shook his head violently, trying to reorient himself in space and time. Bang, bang, bang, bang,
bang!
Bloody hell …? Oh. Door.
    ‘What? Come in, for God’s sake! What the devil—oh. Wait a moment, then.’ He struggled out of the tangle of bedclothes and discarded nightshirt—good Christ, had he really been doing what he’d been dreaming about doing?—and flung his banyan over his rapidly detumescing flesh.
    ‘What?’ he demanded, finally getting the door open. To his surprise, Tom stood there, saucer-eyed and trembling, next to Major Fettes.
    ‘Are you all right, me lord?’ Tom burst out, cutting off Major Fettes’s first words.
    ‘Do I appear to be spurting blood or missing any necessary appendages?’ Grey demanded, rather irritably. ‘What’s happened, Fettes?’
    Now that he’d got his eyes properly open, he saw that Fettes looked almost as disturbed as Tom. The major—veteran of a dozen major campaigns, decorated for valour, and known for his coolness—swallowed visibly and braced his shoulders.
    ‘It’s the governor, sir. I think you’d best come and see.’
    * * *
    ‘Where are the men who were assigned to guard him?’ Grey asked calmly, stepping out of the governor’s bedroom and closing the door gently behind him. The doorknob slid out of his fingers, slick under his hand. He knew the slickness was his own sweat, and not blood, but his stomach gave a lurch and he rubbed his fingers convulsively against the leg of his breeches.
    ‘They’re gone, sir.’ Fettes had got his voice, if not quite his face, back under control. ‘I’ve sent men to search the grounds.’
    ‘Good. Would you please call the servants together? I’ll need to question them.’
    Fettes took a deep breath.
    ‘They’re gone, too.’
    ‘What? All of them?’
    ‘Yes, sir.’
    He took a deep breath himself—and let it out again, fast. Even outside the room, the stench was gagging. He could feel the smell, thick on his skin, and rubbed his fingers on his breeches once again, hard. He swallowed and, holding his breath, jerked his head to Fettes—and to Cherry, who had joined them, shaking his head mutely in answer to Grey’s raised brow. Nosign of the vanished sentries, then. God damn it; a search would have to be made for their bodies. The thought made him cold, despite the growing warmth of the morning.
    He went down the stairs, his officers only too glad to follow. By the time he reached the foot, he had decided where to begin, at least. He stopped and turned to Fettes and Cherry.
    ‘Right. The island is under military law as of this moment. Notify the officers, but tell them there is to be no public announcement yet. And
don’t
tell them why.’ Given the flight