Hello and welcome to my first Sunday Snippet. I’m planning on making this a regular fixture. Today I’m going to share a bit from Moonstone Conspiracy!
The Irishman sat back and folded his arms.
“It’s going to cost you more than three hundred pounds and I want surety. The English Prime Minister has spies everywhere and I think you may be one of them.” The man spared a glance to Abigail.
“And her too.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he watched alarm rise on Abigail’s face. He willed her to be silent, but her expression coalesced into another emotion – amusement.
“Oh my dear Dauncey, what a vivid imagination you have! Next you’ll be saying that my maid is a soothsayer and my butler is a necromancer!”
“Spies,” Daniel answered mildly. “Now that’s an interesting notion and a slur on a lady’s character.”
Dauncey curled his lip in scorn, “I’m sure she’s been called worse.”
Abigail laughed. “No, I think a spy is the very worse thing I’ve ever been called.”
