he died so unexpectedly. He could have told us all about it, and then the mystery would be solved.â
âBut what if he is not dead?â Penelope nearly blurtedâyet she stopped herself, for she had no proof that Quinzy was really Edward Ashton, and she knew Lord Fredrick would never believe her without proof.
It was only a trick of the light, of course, but the lips of the taxidermy tiger seemed to pull back into a snarl. Uneasy, Penelope rose from her chair. âMy lord, the challenge you present may be beyond my current abilities. However, I will soon be visiting my alma mater, the Swanburne Academy for Poor Bright Females. There one will find some of the finest educators in all of England, as well as a noted expert in animal training techniques.â (By this she meant Dr. Westminster. It verged on hyperboleâthat is to say, wild exaggerationâto call him a ânoted expert,â as he was really just a simple country veterinarian. However, some of his methods had proven quite useful with the Incorrigibles, particularly his kind manner and judicious use of treats.)
Penelope backed slowly toward the door as she spoke, and she never took her eyes off the tiger. âIf anyone would know how to improve your condition, the teachers at Swanburne will. Upon my arrival, I will consult with my colleagues there, and together we shall come up with a . . .â She paused to think of a name that was both descriptive and had an easy-to-pronounce acronym, always a great boon to any endeavor. âA Howling Elimination Program, to help ease your symptoms.â
Lord Fredrick chewed on the end of his cigar. âAll right. But donât let anyone know itâs me that needs the HEP, understood? Say itâs for the children, or whatever you please. Next full moon, we start! And donât say a word to Constance about any of this, either. Blast, why did Mother have to tell her that we oughtnât have children because of my âconditionâ? Constance doesnât even like babies. But tell my wife she canât have something, and soon enough itâs all she wants.â He slumped back into his chair. âCurses and tar pits, and children raised by wolves! Why canât I have a normal family?â
He seemed to forget all about Penelope then, and stared despondently into the fire.
âAnd how is the Widow Ashton, my lord?â Penelope asked, to be polite, and also to remind him that she was still there, waiting to be dismissed.
âOh,Motherâs fine.â Aimlessly, he picked up a thin, stained envelope from the table next to his chair. It was the one Penelope had seen on the mail tray, with its exotic stamps and foreign postmarks. âJust got a letter from her. Sheâs on a âround-the-world tour with her friends from the croquet club. She says she plans to enjoy herself thoroughly while awaiting the return of her beloved Edward, now that she knows heâs alive. Listen to this.â He read from the letter in a mincing voice. ââMy gratitude to Madame Ionesco knows no bounds. If not for her peek Beyond the Veil, I would never have known my long-lost Edward lives!â Soothsayers! Poppycock!â
It was Lord Fredrickâs turn to look at Edward Ashtonâs portrait. âSturdy-looking fellow, wasnât he? Bet he sank like a stone in that tar pit.â Abruptly, he tossed the letter from his mother into the fire, where it crackled and quickly turned to ash. âSo youâre off to Swanburne, eh? You might see my friend Quinzy there. Heâs on the board of trustees now. Canât imagine how he finds the time for charity work, being a judge and whatnot.â
Penelope kept her voice calm. âI expect I will see him, if he is there, my lord.â
Lord Fredrick returned to his chair. âThereâs a book of mine he asked to borrow, and for the life of me I canât find it. He swears itâs in the library.
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