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satisfied him more than the quickie with Lulu. When he rolled off her, he pinched her in the breast and, now tired of her, ordered:
    “Well, what are you waiting around for? Get back to work, or do you expect the gentlemen downstairs to take care of business themselves?”
    With that, he pulled her up by a strand of her bright-red hair and pushed her out the door. That wench really seemed to think she was something special, just because she was the only one he took to bed. But the woman didn’t interest him in the slightest, she only happened to resemble his estranged mother.
    Lou scratched his scrotum and pulled his breeches back up. Right now, he had different fish to fry. And he didn’t like it one bit that this Weston was also taking an interest in the Venus .
    Weston, after all, was a worthy opponent. Not one of those pitiful characters Lou had to deal with on a day-to-day basis. He cursed the day that Langston kicked the bucket. He, Lou, had invested several weeks’ time to gain the scientist’s trust, and just when he thought he had him, that idiot of a guy literally fucked himself to death before delivering him so much as a hint as to the painting’s whereabouts.
    Everything else he tried to obtain the necessary information had also failed. Much as he hated it, he now needed to rely on Frank and the fat guy. But the day would come when he would hold the Venus in his hands. And then, oh then . . .

    “Lady Langston, Lady Bosworth, do come in. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, even though the circumstance under which we meet is an unhappy one.”
    “Thank you, Mr. York. Please accept my apologies. I should have been in touch sooner, but . . . ”
    The lawyer interrupted Danielle’s apology with a wave of his hand and offered her a chair.
    “Please, Madam, don’t even mention it. I understand very well that your . . . personal circumstance has prevented you from setting foot in London. And who could blame you for it?”
    Because Danielle did not feel like discussing Matthew’s less than glorious passing yet again, she got straight to the point.
    “Mr. York, I am here today because I need to know my financial situation. I intend to sell the house in Essex, and I would like to return to London. But since I am unaware of Matthew’s business and financial matters, I need your help. Can I even afford an apartment in London, Mr. York?”
    The lawyer smiled and took off his eyeglasses.
    “Lady Langston. There is no need to worry. Lord Langston had a very respectable income. Several of his inventions were sold as patents, and his publications continue to bring in money. Not to mention the amount generated from the lawsuit  . . .  uh  . . .  on account of his  . . .  uhm  . . .  ailment. All in all, Milady, you are a wealthy woman.”
    Danielle felt relieved, but Eliza frowned.
    “What ailment?” she inquired.
    “Well  . . .  hmm, Milady, I don’t know how to explain this, but during one of his experiments, an important component of the set-up malfunctioned. The entire apparatus was pressurized, you see, and  . . .  suffice it to say, Lord Langston was struck by said component. The manufacturer of the component was held accountable and made to pay a compensation.”
    The entire discussion seemed highly unpleasant for the lawyer, for he shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
    “Where exactly was he struck?” Eliza asked.
    Danielle jumped to her feet. “It’s a long story which I’m going to tell you sometime. We’ve kept Mr. York long enough. Perhaps we should stop by that house on our way back,” she suggested. “Now that we know I’m able to afford it, I would really like to give it another look.”
    Eliza nodded and held her hand out to the lawyer, when the latter suddenly recalled something.
    “Oh, Lady Langston!” he exclaimed and slapped the flat of his hand against his forehead. “One more thing. When your husband, God bless his soul, stopped by the last