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She folded her hands in front of her. “She is under regular medical care.”
“Is she—” how could he phrase it politely? “—as serious as, well, you saw her the other day?”
“It’s hard to say. I’ve been here scarcely a year.” She pressed her lips together as if debating whether to say more. “She dismissed her previous companion, I’m told,” she went on more slowly, “and the one before that.” She gave him a small smile. “So far, I seem to have suited her, but I’m new yet.”
He remembered how particular his aunt could be. It was unfair to ask Miss Norton to make any judgments about his aunt. She was only an employee, after all, her position at the mercy of Aunt Millicent’s whims. “I apologize for my questions. I realize you probably don’t think it your place to form any opinions.”
“I may form opinions, but as to voicing them…” She shrugged and turned away from him to study something in one of the boxes.
“All right, fair enough.”
She straightened. “I had better leave you to your lunch—and work.”
“Thank you for the refreshment. It was just what I needed.”
“I’m glad I could be of help.” She paused a moment. “I—I wanted to thank you for…taking care of my cab fare the other day. It was most generous of you.”
He waved away her thanks, having already forgotten about it. “It was the least I could do for keeping you so long over tea.” He had no idea how much paid companions earned, but he imagined it wasn’t much. He could hardly conceive of a life at the beck and call of another. He was used to the independence of working far away from civilization and its strictures. Occasional loneliness was the main drawback, and he’d learned to deal with that.
Miss Norton nodded, her cheeks bright pink, making her look more strikingly than ever like her famous portrait counterpart. What was such an obviously bright, not unattractive, young woman doing in such a position?
He looked away, having steeled himself over the years not to notice any woman’s charms. There’d only been one woman in his life.
“I thank you, all the same, for your thoughtfulness. It was most kind of you.”
Uncomfortable with her gratitude, Reid cleared his throat and picked up his teacup once again.
“Well, let me or any of the servants know if you need anything while you’re here.”
He frowned at the way she lumped herself with the servants. She was too intelligent and refined. Probably, as most paid companions, a gentlewoman down on her luck, reduced to the semiservant position. He remembered that she said her father was a curate. She was probably helping to support her elderly parents.
She had reached the door when he had a thought. Just before she disappeared through the doorway, he said, “You wouldn’t be interested in helping me catalog some of this stuff, would you?”
As soon as he uttered the words, he already regretted them. He usually considered things carefully before making a decision.
What did this young woman know about ancient artifacts? He didn’t need someone who would require careful supervision. It would be difficult enough sifting through his uncle’s notes, trying to match them to the heap of antiquities.
As Reid watched the surprise in her eyes turn to excitement, something tugged at him. A sense of compassion stirred within him as he thought how narrow her life within these walls must be.
She had lived in the Middle East and had some knowledge of the ancient world. More importantly, she knew how to follow instructions and how to be silent, two qualities he valued highly in any assistant.
“Do you think I could be of help?”
He nodded slowly. It just might be the perfect solution. His aunt couldn’t object to her as a stranger, and she was right here, available any time he chose to come by.
“I told Aunt Millicent I’d need help. I don’t think she realized the scope of it. Since she balked at any suggestion of an outsider, I don’t think she’d have a problem with someone in her employ lending a hand a couple of hours a few days a week.”
“I’d certainly be willing to do anything to help.” Her gaze roamed over the boxes around her. Then she drew her two eyebrows together. “I don’t know if she will allow me to assist you, however.”
“If you’d rather not, just say the word. It’s no problem.”
“Oh, no, it’s not that at all. I think it would be fascinating work. It’s just…well, perhaps you’d better broach the subject with your aunt.”
He nodded. “If you’re concerned about Aunt Millicent objecting, don’t. I’ll handle that aspect of it.” If his aunt could force him to remain in Britain for a few months, she’d have to agree to some of his conditions, as well.
“I…” She hesitated, and he wondered again if she was having second thoughts about undertaking the work. “I—what I mean is…don’t be discouraged if your aunt says no.” She pressed her fine lips together and looked down, as if hesitant to say more.
He breathed a sigh of relief that that was her only qualm. “I’ve known her since I was a boy and learned how to get my way. Being a favorite nephew does have its advantages upon occasion.”
A smile tugged at her lips, and he was heartened. She really had a most sympathetic face. There was something radiant in it when she smiled.
He rubbed his hands together, his eagerness to begin the task starting to grow. “Very well, then. I’ll let you know when you’re to start.”
Her eyes lighted up and he felt a tingle of warmth steal into his heart, as if he’d given a child something delightful on her birthday. It occurred to him there wasn’t much brightness in her life. If he could give her a little bit, then maybe his time in England would not be altogether wasted.
Chapter Four
Maddie’s gaze went from the small limestone fragment on her left to the battered notebook on the table in front of her. She compared the description:
Profile of king? Young prince? Standing on left. Sun God Ra with bird’s head on right. Offering of bull, chickens. Seated monkey. Found at KV 2.
If this artifact matched the description in Sir Haversham’s notebook, then it meant that everything in the box may have been found at the same location.
Maddie blew away the strands of hair tickling her forehead, sensing the excitement in her begin to grow. She scanned the fragments of pottery laid out on the long table before her. The last fortnight had involved painstaking work, first, unpacking a portion of the boxes and trunks and piling the remainder against one wall of the library. Then began the detective phase of deciphering the spidery handwriting in the stack of notebooks and various loose sheets of paper and matching descriptions to contents of boxes.
She glanced at Mr. Gallagher bent over a black stele covered in hieroglyphics. Her hunch that his attention to detail made for a good Egyptologist had been confirmed for her over the time they’d been working together. He had been uncompromising in his process of carefully unpacking each box and laying out the contents in a separate area, labeling what could be readily identified.
He’d given Maddie a quick training in some of the common artifacts from steles, sarcophagi fragments, plaster casts of wall reliefs covered in pictures, amulets, potsherds, faience vessels, wood carvings and basalt statue pieces. Mr. Gallagher had also given her a crash course in ancient Egypt, charting out for her the Old, Middle and New Kingdoms when the pharaohs had ruled. She’d gazed in fascination at the drawings he showed her of the massive tombs they’d built for themselves, some reaching skyward in the form of pyramids, others stone chambers underground, only recently rediscovered by the explorers and archaeologists traveling the length of the Nile River.
She realized how well he’d laid the groundwork before he’d ever set her to work to assist him with identifying the artifacts. It was only in the past few days he’d allowed Maddie to begin reading his uncle’s notes.
She hesitated to interrupt him now with her discovery. She’d learned in the last two weeks how single-minded his concentration was once he began to work. It only took one instance, when she’d read the barely disguised impatience in his eyes, to keep her from disturbing him unnecessarily.
Her times of unhindered concentration were another story as she remained at the beck and call of her employer. She turned now as a parlor maid entered the room and motioned to her.
Maddie rose and removed the white apron she’d worn when working among the artifacts. After folding it and placing it on the back of her chair, she left the room.
“Lady Haversham wants you, miss,” the maid said.
Maddie no longer bothered to ask what the trouble was about or if it couldn’t be taken care of by one of the staff of servants. Lady Haversham had made it clear when she called for Maddie, only Maddie would do, whether it was to pick up a fallen handkerchief or take Lilah out for a walk in the backyard.
“Thank you, I shall go to her at once.”
As soon as Miss Norton left the library, Reid tossed aside his pencil and straightened on the tall stool.
In the scant hours he had Miss Norton’s able assistance each day, it seemed his aunt couldn’t do without her for more than half an hour at a stretch. He drummed his fingers on the tabletop, debating how to resolve the issue.
His concentration shot for the moment, he pushed back from the table and stood. Clearly, his aunt had no idea how much work was involved in what she’d set him to do. He gazed at the multitude of artifacts neatly laid out on every available surface in the large room. It wasn’t even half the stuff. His eyes lingered on the gilded bust of a young Egyptian prince—one of the prizes of the collection so far.
He still didn’t know where Uncle George had picked it up. He’d have remembered seeing it as a boy. It was most likely from the Valley of the Kings area. His uncle had spent several months in Thebes exploring the temples and tombs in and around Karnak and Luxor.
He wandered over to the space where Miss Norton had left her work. Taking up a pencil, he tapped it lightly back and forth against the tabletop between his fingers, his mind returning to his first thought. He hated the time wasted. He knew Miss Norton’s first duties were to his aunt, but he didn’t think he was being unreasonable in requiring her services in the midafternoon hours when his aunt had her accustomed nap.
The sound of the door reopening interrupted his thoughts. He turned with relief to see Miss Norton. His relief was short-lived as her first words were, “Excuse me, I need to run to the post for a moment.”
He merely nodded, realizing it would do no good to express his displeasure to her. She had no control over his aunt’s whims.
She approached the table where he stood. “I—I’m glad you’re up from your work. I didn’t want to interrupt you earlier, but I think I found something.” She pushed the notebook toward him.
He was immediately attentive, following her words as she read the journal’s entry and showed him the fragment. “And look here, the entry before this one describes a wooden crocodile figurine.” She held up a broken carving, her arm grazing his. She immediately moved away. “Well, this one was in the same box.” Her voice rose, its lilting tone conveying her enthusiasm. Reid focused his attention back to what she was saying, his arm still feeling her light touch.
“I was just going to read the next entry when I was called out.”
He took the notebook from her.
We found a cache of faience and terra-cotta cooking vessels, ornamental vases near the Theban necropolis.
Reid surveyed the articles before him, idly smoothing down his mustache with thumb and forefinger. His excitement grew the more he compared the journal entry descriptions with the objects ranged on the table. “I think a good many of these would qualify…yes,” he murmured, examining a terra-cotta pot on legs. “And it would confirm my feeling that he found these near Karnak.” He turned to her with a smile, his earlier displeasure dispelled. “Well done, Miss Norton, your first breakthrough.”
She returned the smile, her face blushing. He thought once again of Botticelli’s Venus.
Reid snapped his fingers, remembering something he had intended to do that day. Now was as good a time as any since Miss Norton would have little chance to do any more work that day. Her discovery made up for any lost time, however, and he could easily continue where she’d left off and gain a few hours’ progress.
“Before you head out, I have something for you.”
Her brows rose. “Something for me?”
He went to his portfolio and pulled out an envelope. “Your first fortnight’s wages.”
Her wide eyes grew rounder. “Wages?”
“Yes, I realize we never went over them. I thought what I usually pay a part-time assistant would be satisfactory.”
Since she didn’t reach out her hand to take the envelope, he held it out to her.
She took a step back. “Oh, Mr. Gallagher, I think you misunderstood. I never expected wages.”
He laid the envelope beside the notebook. “I think it’s you who misunderstood. I never would have requested your help in any capacity but a straightforward business transaction.”
She moistened her lips, deepening their rosy hue, and turned her face away from the table. “Of course, I understand that, but I never expected you to pay me in addition to what I’m earning from Lady Haversham. I—I feel d-dishonest collecting what amounts to two salaries at the same time.”
“No need to. They are wholly separate services you’re rendering. I made it clear to my aunt I needed an assistant and you’ve proved an able one. She agreed to share your services.” Before she could protest further, he ended the discussion. “I don’t expect to argue about this. It’s a paltry enough sum and you deserve every penny. Much of this work is tedious but it’s got to be done, and my time is limited. If you don’t accept it, I’ll have to find another who will.” He folded his arms across his chest.
Still she hesitated. Finally, she picked up the envelope and held it by the corners. “Very well. I shall only accept it on behalf of my brothers’ work in the mission field.” There was something, while not defiant, yet firm, in her quiet words.
He shrugged, rocking back on his heels. “You can do whatever you please with the funds. They’re yours.”
She bowed her head. “Thank you.” Without another word, she left the library.
After she’d gone, Reid sat at her place and continued with the notebook she’d worked on, glad that he’d hired Miss Norton. Aside from the interruptions, she was a most helpful assistant—quick to learn, interested in the subject matter, quiet and steadfast in her work habits. He couldn’t think of a better work partner. He remembered her pleasure when he’d complimented her on her discovery. Her tawny eyes had lit up, color suffusing her cheeks, and her rosy lips had widened into a generous smile.
Reid shook aside the image. He had no business noticing Miss Norton’s attributes other than those directly related to the work involved. He turned his attention back to his uncle’s notes.
Little by little he matched more objects with those described in the journal. Several times, Reid stood and went to another part of the room, thinking he’d seen an object like the one described by his uncle. Little by little, piece by piece, he began to amass a picture of an excavation site. The thought flitted again through his mind of what an able assistant Miss Norton was.
Maddie paused at the top of the stairs, her hand on the newel. After a trying afternoon of waiting on Lady Haversham, the evening was finally her own. It mattered little that it was almost nine o’clock. She was grateful for at least one hour of peace and quiet before retiring.
She gazed down the length of the grand staircase, feeling the pull of the library. She could hardly wait until tomorrow to take up the thread she’d discovered in the late Sir George’s notebook. She loved finding herself in the world of adventure Mr. Gallagher had opened up to her.
She debated a second longer. She didn’t like going into the library outside of the daylight hours, feeling like an intruder, but her curiosity was too strong. Finally, she took a step down. Just another peek at the notebook, she decided, to reread the entry she’d stopped at.
As she approached the door, she perceived a crack of light under it through the gloom of the corridor. She turned the knob slowly, but as the door opened, she breathed a sigh of relief, seeing Mr. Gallagher.
Then she frowned. Had he been here all afternoon and evening…and everyone unaware of it? She cleared her throat softly. He looked up immediately. “Oh, you’re back, Miss Norton.”
“I didn’t know you were still here. Or did you leave and return?”
Only then did he seem aware that night had fallen. He glanced at the darkened windows before rising. With a loud yawn, he took a leisurely stretch, making Maddie aware of the lean, taut length of him. She shifted her gaze to his rugged face. “No, I’ve been here all afternoon. I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.”
She gave a surprised laugh. “It’s past nine o’clock.”
“Is it?” He didn’t seem unduly concerned. “Come, look what your discovery has led to.”
She hurried to his side. Her wonder grew as he showed her all the artifacts that he’d labeled in the time she’d left him. He’d even pinpointed the area on a map tacked up to the wall.
“I was able to locate pieces from two other cartons of artifacts.” He stood, rubbing the back of his neck. “Your careful observation this afternoon certainly helped me put a dent in this project.”
She warmed at the brief words of praise then sobered, remembering the generous sum of money he’d paid her that very afternoon. “I’m sorry I had to leave so abruptly. I wasn’t much help to you. My goodness, this represents hours of work.” She shook her head at the array of meticulously labeled objects ranging from broken bits of pottery to carved masks.
“Don’t worry about it.” His low voice soothed her. “I’m just grateful you noticed the connection. It took some astute observation.”
She said nothing. Suddenly she frowned. “Have you eaten? Did you ring for the maid for any refreshment?”
He shook his head, looking a bit sheepish. “To tell you the truth, I cleanly forgot all about the time of day—or night,” he added with another glance at the dark windowpanes visible through the long, parted velvet drapes. “I could use something now. With your permission, I’ll rummage through my aunt’s pantry.” A sly grin tugged at his lips. “I used to sneak down in the middle of the night as a boy. Let’s see if I can remember where everything is.”
“Come along,” she said with a laugh. “You don’t have to do any sneaking. I’m sure Lady Haversham would be upset if she knew you’d sat here so many hours without having something sent up.” As they extinguished the lamp and exited the library, she said, “What were you doing up at midnight in those days?”
“Oh, I’d get to reading some adventure story and wouldn’t be able to put it down even after I’d been told to put out my light. By the time I’d finished the book, I’d be famished.”
She smiled in understanding. “That reminds me of how I felt this afternoon when I had to leave off reading your uncle’s notebook, as if a good story had been snatched out of my hands at the most exciting spot.”
He chuckled. “I would have left it for you, but I felt the same, like I had to pursue that lead. My own trail had grown frustratingly cold and I wasn’t making any headway.”
She pushed open the kitchen door. “Well, I’m glad I gave you some kind of start today.” She turned up the gas lamps and headed toward the pantry. “What would you like? There’s some cold roast from dinner.”
“Nothing too much. If you have an apple, maybe a piece of cheese.”
“Are you sure that’s all you need?”
