Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Epilogue

About Caroline Clemmons

Chapter One

Denver, Colorado,

November 1871

Douglas “Cloud” Ryan stared at the beauty who stepped into the common room of Pinkerton Detective Agency’s Denver Headquarters. The woman was trim except where it mattered and stood ramrod straight. Her auburn hair caught the light and shone like a sunset. Even he could tell her clothes must have cost a bundle, to say nothing of the jewelry she wore.

His best friend, Jake Hunter, elbowed him. “You trying to catch flies in that gaping pie hole?”

“Very funny.” He leaned toward Jake. “What’s a rich, society type like her doing here? Surely Archie hasn’t hired her.”

Jake leaned back and crossed his ankles. “If she’s in this room, she’s been hired as a trainee. Besides, you don’t know if she’s rich or a society woman. Only sure thing is that she’s a beauty.”

The jewelry might or might not be fake but Cloud knew quality clothes when he saw them. “Whew, imagine being paired with her. A guy would be toting and fetching constantly. Man, I’m grateful Archie promised me I wouldn’t be paired with a woman and marry her.”

Jake stared at him. “Hey, you forgot the ‘if possible’ he tacked onto that promise.”

“Naw, but I’m holding him to his word. You’d better believe I’m not getting married, and you can take that to the bank.”

He pointed his thumb at his chest. “If and when I decide to step into the parson’s noose, I’ll choose with whom and when. I don’t see why Archie got this burr under his saddle to have agents marry and pair up on cases.”

“You have to admit a woman can get into places a man can’t. That’s what happened in the war that convinced Archie to try this experiment. One of the women in this room may prove to be as valuable as Kate Warne.”

“Hmph, and they may not. Likely that was a once in a lifetime occurrence. We’re not at war now. Even if a woman might help, she’s not doing so on my case.”

Jake exhaled and sat up. “Wouldn’t mind being paired with a woman like her. She looks perfect to me. Wonder how long that auburn hair is. Can’t you just imagine it spread across a pillow?”

“Man, get hold of your imagination.” Cloud gestured with a jerk of his head. “For Pete’s sake, see how she’s standing, paused at the door to make an entrance so everyone here will notice her. Bet she’s snooty and feels she should be given special privileges. No, thank you.”

Jake shot him a sardonic grin. “You can tell all that with one glance, huh?”

“Of course I can. We’re taught to observe people. Our lives depend on that ability. You’ll see I’m right about this one.”

Jake chuckled. “One of these days, Cloud, some woman is going to take your conceit down a peg or two.”

***

Maggie Harper pressed a hand to her roiling stomach as she stood in the doorway of the Pinkerton headquarters’ main room. Grateful she’d been accepted by Archie Gordon as a Pinkerton agent, she sensed she was out of her element. She gathered her courage and scanned the room. Composing her own features as she’d been schooled all her life, she searched for a friendly face. Others in the room were engaged in conversations and paid her no heed.

That is, except for two men who watched her as they laughed and made comments, no doubt rudely poking fun at her expense. Their attention created a desire to check her hair and clothing for defects. She retained her perfect posture, refusing to give into the insecurity the men’s scrutiny caused.

Actually, one man appeared only to add comments to the first man’s obvious criticism. That first man—the more handsome of the two—acted as if she were a circus sideshow freak. Sometimes in the past she’d felt as if she were but his attitude ignited her anger.

The handsome man should have learned better manners by this time in his life. Even from across the room, his blue eyes were startling. Too bad his behavior didn’t match such beautiful eyes.

She spotted Marianne, Archie Gordon’s right hand, and hurried to her side.

Marianne smiled and gently grabbed her arm. “I came to look for you. Archie wants to see you in his office.”

The two women walked together toward the director’s private rooms. This was the big moment and soon Maggie would learn her fate. The small amount she’d managed to choke down at breakfast threatened to come up and she swallowed hard.

Would she have applied to be a Pinkerton agent if she’d known the conditions beforehand? She couldn’t decide if being aware she’d have to marry a male agent would have stopped her. Probably, because knowing she could have the marriage annulled at the end of the case didn’t relieve her anxiety.

The thought of being paired with a stranger—no doubt at times in intimate settings—set her insides quivering. A vice constricted her chest and made breathing difficult. She was grateful for Marianne’s comforting presence.

Archie rose to greet them, a broad smile peeking through his russet beard. “Come in, come in, Maggie, and have a seat. I hope you’re excited about your first case.”

She sat in one of the chairs facing his desk. “I certainly am. Plus, I’m trying to assimilate into American culture. Things are quite different here. I appreciate you accepting me into the program.”

“Having Allen Pinkerton’s letter of reference guaranteed that. I’d be interested to know how you came to know him.”

“He and my father are friends.” She didn’t want to go into the involved explanation.

Apparently Archie accepted her brief clarification. “Good, good. You understand you’re a trainee on this first case and will be paired with an experienced agent.”

Maggie nodded even though she didn’t fully comprehend the plan. She’d thought an agent was an agent but could understand why she needed an accomplished partner. But, marriage—even a paper marriage—was difficult to grasp.

Archie drummed his fingers on his desk and looked at Marianne. “Where is Cloud Ryan?”

The door opened and in swaggered the man who’d made fun of her earlier. “You wanted to see me, Archie?”

“Have a seat, Cloud. Maggie Harper, meet Cloud, whose real name is Douglas Ryan. The unusual color of his eyes earned him his nickname. Personally, I think Sky would have been a better choice. Cloud, you and Maggie will be paired on an important case that just arose.”

Cloud jumped to his feet. “Wait a minute, Archie. No way am I going to work with a woman. You promised me I could go out alone as usual.”

Archie’s eyes narrowed and sent a stern look Cloud’s way. “I said ‘if possible’. Henry Barker was shot last night and won’t be able to travel for a couple of weeks. It’s imperative that you two get underway today.”

Cloud stuck out a hand in protest. “Now, look, Archie—”

Archie rose to his feet. “You do want to remain a Pinkerton, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, you know I do.” Muttering under his breath, Cloud resumed his seat.

“The ceremony will take place right away and you’ll leave for San Antonio, Texas immediately afterward. The Menger Hotel guests have been the victims of clever jewel thieves. Your job is to capture the burglars. This is a family-owned business. William Menger died earlier this year so you’ll talk with his widow, Mary, and her son, Louis William. You’ll pretend your families are long-time friends with the Mengers.”

He looked at Cloud. “You pulled off being an English Duke so I know you can handle this. You’ll register as Princess Magdala of Bayergrovenia and her husband, the Duke of Montpelier. A lady’s maid and valet will join you in San Antonio.”

Archie’s pronouncement surprised Maggie and she could only stare at him.

He made a shooing motion with his hands. “You two run along now and get your gear together. The wedding ceremony will be at ten o’clock. The stage leaves at noon.”

Still muttering under his breath, Cloud stormed out.

Marianne took Maggie’s arm and guided her toward the stairs. “I’ll help you get ready for the ceremony. I suggest wearing a sturdy traveling costume because you’ll need to go straight to the stage. ”

In the room where Maggie’s belongings had been stored while she stayed at a nearby boarding house—which looked as if it would be only last night—she pulled an ensemble from her steamer trunk. “This gray camel’s hair traveling dress should be perfect.”

She ran her fingers along diagonal rows of gray titan braid on the bodice. “The trim acts like a suit of armor cold can’t penetrate. I’ll wear my flannel petticoats as well as the silk. Surely the combination will keep me warm.”

“You’ll be glad of the extra layers. The gray will look lovely with your hair. Oh, and you’ll do better to leave off your bustle during the trip. Riding a stage is tiring enough without fighting that contraption.”

Maggie offered a conspiratorial smile. “Mamá would not agree but she won’t know. She believes one always follows the rules. I’m afraid Papá and I are great disappointments to her.”

Marianne returned her grin. “I doubt that. Now, unless you need me here, I’ll go set up for the wedding.”

“Thank you but I’ll be fine here. I only took my carpetbag to the boarding house. I’ll change clothes and be ready in fifteen minutes.”

Maggie hastily changed into her travel costume. Her nervousness increased with each moment. Of all the men to be paired with, Archie had to choose the very person who had made fun of her. That man would be a hindrance during the time this case lasted.

She didn’t doubt her own ability. Hadn’t she proven she could ferret out information? However, doing so while linked with an unpleasant companion didn’t appeal to her. No doubt he would cause unnecessary problems. She hated confrontations and they were likely to battle the entire trip.

She completed readying her luggage for the trip. Seeking calm, she sat on a chair for a moment. Even though it would be temporary, she prayed Mamá never learned of the marriage.

What had she gotten herself into this time?

Chapter Two

Cloud wanted to punch a wall—or someone. He had vowed not to pair with a female agent and here he was stuck with that snooty woman. At least a snob like her could act a convincing princess.

From the department’s wardrobe room for men, he pulled the necessary evening clothes and other essentials a genuine duke would have. He packed them in one of the fancy small trunks provided. Archie’s supplies assured agents always looked their part.

Cloud had convinced everyone on the Cummings case he was an English duke, but then he was working in the same general language. He had no idea what was spoken in Bayergrovenia. He didn’t even know where the heck the country was located.

Hands in his pants pockets, Jake drifted in. “Saddling up for a case I see. Where are you headed?”

Cloud continued packing. “San Antonio, Texas. Jewel thefts at a hotel.”

Jake leaned against the doorframe with far too innocent an expression. “Going alone?”

Cloud paused and sent his friend a glare. “You already know I’m not, don’t you?”

Jake grinned. “I heard they’re setting up for your wedding to that gorgeous creature you think looks like a snob. You’re a lucky dog and don’t even appreciate your good fortune.”

Cloud closed the trunk. “Feel free to take my place.” He reached for a suitcase.

“Are you kidding? I could never convince anyone I’m duke of anything. Nope, I have better luck blending in with the rough and tumble criminals.”

“Doesn’t take as many clothes, that’s for sure. Those royal types change clothes too often. Not practical, but I guess they have nothing else to do.”

Jake straightened his posture. “Can I help you get ready?”

“You can find a map that shows where this country Bayergrovenia is and where the Duke of Montpelier lives. A description of the terrain would be helpful.”

Jake saluted. “At your service, Your Grace.”

He was gone before Cloud had a chance to utter the retort that sprang to mind. Just as well. Archie didn’t like cursing from his agents unless it was to blend into an undercover assignment. Right now, Cloud felt like turning the air blue.

When he got to his room, Jake was waiting. “Archie had a packet ready for you. Tells you all you need to know. Plus, turns out Maggie is from there and will help fill you in during the trip.”

He opened the packet, intending to review the contents.

Jake shook his head and took the files from him. “They’re waiting on you to have the marriage ceremony. You’ll have to go over this stuff on the stage or your first stop. I gathered up your shaving stuff and such in your carpet bag. Stuck in your best change of clothes.”

Jake added the files to the carpet bag. “I only wanted you to know they’re here.”

“Thanks.” He looked down at his pants and shirt. “Guess I’ll get into my waistcoat and jacket and get going. If I’m going to my doom, no point delaying.”

With Jake’s help, he got his luggage downstairs. They deposited his trunk and bags beside two large trunks and a couple of cases.

Though Cloud was still angry, he loved being a Pinkerton agent. “No way am I going to let one redhead cause me to lose my job. That goes for our ginger-haired boss Archie Gordon, too. As far as I know, this cockeyed female agent-marriage plan was all Archie’s idea.”

Jake shook his head. “You know Archie insisted it was to protect each woman’s reputation. Also being paired with a male agent will be safer for the woman.”

“Yeah, yeah, if you say so. Don’t understand why Archie wants female agents in the first place.” After a tug at his waistcoat, Cloud walked into the great room with Jake trailing.

Near the fireplace, the Justice of the Peace talked with Archie.

When Archie saw Cloud, he said something to the JP and stepped away. “Ladies and gentlemen, settle down and let’s begin.”

Cloud knew where he was supposed to stand from witnessing previous weddings at the agency.

Archie slipped a ring into his hand and spoke quietly. “Ordinarily I’d supply this, but Maggie prefers using one of hers.” The director stepped away and found a seat.

As piano music filled the room, Cloud’s attention focused on the woman walking toward him. His mouth almost dropped open before he could compose his face. Jake was correct in his opinion that she was a beautiful woman.

She glided toward him wearing dark gray clothes. Not a cheerful color for a wedding. The realization suddenly hit him that she was no happier over this ceremony than he was.

Ha, she should be happy to be paired with him. He was good at his job and would make certain she was safe. All she had to do was look regal and let him work.

With an inscrutable expression, Maggie looked neither happy nor sad. That is, unless he gazed into her green eyes. He caught a flicker of panic before she regained control.

The ceremony was brief. Soon he slid a dazzling ring on her finger. He wondered where she obtained such a jewel.

The reception included sandwiches as well as cake and punch. He was too angry to eat. He noticed his bride—what a situation—didn’t eat either.

Marianne pressed a basket handle into his hands. “I’m sorry you don’t have time to celebrate with your friends. You’ll have this for the first part of your trip. Right now, your luggage is loaded and the carriage is waiting to take you to the depot. You barely have time to catch your stage.”

Maggie appeared at his side wearing a ridiculous hat and a voluminous coat that almost reached the floor. “I’m ready when you are.”

To cheers and a couple of jeers, they boarded the carriage and were on their way. At the depot, the stage driver and his second loaded the luggage on top of the stage.

The driver sent them a sour look. “Brought everything you own, did you? Other passengers need space for their things, too.”

Maggie touched the driver’s arm. “Thank you for your help when I know this must be trying for you.”

She gestured to her skirt showing when her unbuttoned coat flapped open. “You understand how much room is required for all the skirts and petticoats and fripperies required of a woman. Such a trial that society demands we change clothes so often. I can’t imagine what I’d do if you weren’t so accommodating.”

Cloud was certain the middle-aged driver blushed under his tan. “Don’t you worry none, ma’am. We’ll find places for everything. You just get inside and settle as comfortably as you can. Won’t be pleasant for a lady like you. Road’s bumpy and twisty and dangerous. We’ll be going straight through until we get to Trinidad. ‘Course you can stretch your legs when we change horses.”

She smiled at the man. “I’m confident you’ll get us to our destination safely.” She climbed up into the coach with assistance from the driver.

Cloud followed, awed at the change in the driver’s attitude. Maybe having Princess Snobby along wouldn’t be as bad as he’d imagined.

***

Maggie leaned against the padded seat, grateful they were starting their journey in a Concord coach. She hoped the vehicle wouldn’t be filled with the nine passengers it could hold. 

Cloud set the basket of provisions at her feet. “We’d better eat one of these sandwiches before the stage fills. I don’t intend to share.”

“I’m not really hungry.”

“Look, neither of us was happy about this arrangement. You have to eat or you’ll be sick on me. I can’t do my job and nurse you, too. Take something.”

Although she resented his dictatorial attitude, she accepted a thick sandwich of roast beef. He was right and she needed to eat. She hadn’t eaten much at breakfast or last night at supper. The last thing she needed was to pass out and set herself up to his ridicule.

Four men and two women joined her and Cloud—she couldn’t think of him as her husband. Three of the men were dressed as businessmen and the fourth appeared to be a cowboy. He aroused her curiosity.

She wished she could ask him questions about his work and ranch life. Was he traveling to buy cattle or perhaps to his ranch? Ladies did not pry.

The women were traveling together and resembled one another so much that Maggie decided they were mother and daughter. They sat across from Maggie.

The driver called “Heeyah.” He cracked a whip in the air and set the horses moving.

Their ride was as bumpy and twisting as the driver had promised. Thank goodness she’d eaten something to absorb the acid in her stomach. The day was cool and the breeze coming in the windows brought cold and dust. Too bad she hadn’t worn an ensemble the color of sand.

After they’d ridden about half an hour, the younger of the two women leaned forward. “I’m Virginia Winston but most people call me Ginny. This is my mother, Yvonne Winston. We’re on our way to Santa Fe in New Mexico to join my father.”

Maggie dipped her head in acknowledgement. “Pleased to meet you. We’re the Ryans, Maggie and Cloud.”

A businessmen dressed in a black suit with a red vest glanced around the interior. “I saw a royal crest on some of the luggage. Who does that belong to?”

Maggie met Cloud’s gaze. She waited for him to explain as much as he wanted to tell.

“That would be my wife’s.”

When he didn’t elaborate, the others in the coach waited expectantly.

The man who’d asked about the crest, the better dressed of the others, asked, “What crest is it and from where?”

Once again, Maggie deferred to Cloud.

After a long exhale, he admitted, “My wife is Princess Magdala of Bayergrovenia. I’m the Duke of Montpelier. We’d hoped to travel without revealing our royal connections until we reach our destination. Obviously we overlooked the crest on the luggage.”

Ginny clasped her hands at her breast. “Imagine, us traveling with a real princess and duke. I can’t wait until I can tell Papa and our friends.”

Her mother nudged her. “You heard the Duke of Montpelier say they wanted to keep their privacy, Ginny. You don’t be going on and on now.”

The prying man frowned. “Thought you fancy royal folks always had maids and such with them.”

Cloud dipped a nod. “They’re joining us in San Antonio.”

The cowboy pulled his work-stained hat down on his forehead. “Never heard of Bayer… whatever you called it.”

Maggie glanced around at the other passengers. “Bayergrovenia is a small country surrounded by France, Germany, and Switzerland. Like Switzerland and Luxembourg, we maintain neutrality in the politics of those countries around us. His Grace and I are on the way to visit friends in San Antonio who own the Menger Hotel there.”

Next to Cloud, a man dressed in a brown suit and matching waistcoat leaned forward and tipped his hat. “Name’s McDougal. I’ve stayed at the Menger. Nice place and sure has good food.”

Maggie smiled at him. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. McDougal. I’m happy to know Mary’s food meets with your approval.”

“Better than anything you’ll get on this trip, I can assure you. Stage stop and waystation food is hardly edible.”

The fourth man also dressed in brown but wore a tan vest and was seated beside Mr. McDougal. “Tanner’s my name. I see you brought a basket. You’ll be glad until it’s empty. I have me a little pack, too.” He indicated a small bag at his feet.

The man in black cleared his throat and handed Cloud a card. “I’m Tom Stanton. Just like to know who’s with me when I travel cooped up like this.”

Cloud looked at the card and then tucked it in his inside pocket. “I understand. Our conveyance is quite confining.”

Virginia wriggled in her seat. “The driver said we won’t stop during the night except to change horses. I declare I’ll be wilted as old lettuce by the time we get to a place to spend the night.”

Maggie was grateful she hadn’t worn that dratted bustle. “I suppose each of us will be less than at his or her best by the time we reach our destinations.”

As the day turned to evening, the breeze through the windows grew colder and snowflakes fell. Lowering the shade didn’t help much. Maggie pulled her long coat over her and Cloud as if it were a blanket.

Cloud whispered, “Would you like to trade places so you’re not right by the window?”

“Thank you, but this is fine.”

He sent her a questioning glance then snuggled under the wool.

Sharing created a sense of intimacy she hadn’t expected. She’d only intended to politely share her warm coat. This case promised numerous problems. What would happen when they stayed in a hotel?

Perhaps she hadn’t thought this through before she committed herself. Nevertheless, she had pledged and she would not renege. Papa had ingrained in her that her word was a bond never to be broken.

Chapter Three

Cloud dozed off and on during the night. Princess Snooty pulled what appeared to be a shawl from the small carpetbag she kept on the floor. She folded the fabric and used it to pillow her head against the side while she dozed. However, he noticed she didn’t sleep much. At least she didn’t whine or complain, thank goodness.

At one waystation, the driver announced they’d stop for thirty minutes so folks could stretch their legs and grab a meal. Everyone filed out of the stage. Maggie took his arm as if they were the closest of confidantes.

At the station door, a terrible odor greeted them.

He stopped. “We still have food left. If the aroma coming from inside is an indication of the food available, let’s eat ours as long as it lasts.”

She wrinkled her nose like a child mimicking a bunny. “Goodness, I agree. Smells like cabbage, which I like, and rancid grease, which I’d like to avoid. Plus, stale smoke and stale bodies. I know I’m probably rumpled and dusty, but some of those people smelled as if they hadn’t bathed in weeks.”

“They probably haven’t.” They turned and he guided her toward the stage. “I’m surprised you’ve eaten cabbage or recognize a rancid odor. You look as if you were raised on only the most expensive foods.”

She opened the basket and handed him a sandwich and took one for herself. “That’s not fair. You know nothing about my life.”

They walked as they ate.

He swallowed a bite of his sandwich. “True, I don’t know much about you except that you’ve actually been to Bayergrovenia. That must mean you speak whatever they speak there.”

“I was born in Bayergrovenia and grew up there. French and German are both spoken. I speak many languages because our country is small—similar to one of the counties in some of your states. One must be able to converse with people of the surrounding areas.”

He tried to imagine living in a place like she’d described. “I can see that. Your English is surprisingly good with almost no trace of an accent.”

“Thank you. I’ve worked hard to speak English clearly.”

“So, what languages do you speak?”

“Besides English I speak German, French, Luxumbourgian, Italian, Spanish, Flemish, Polish, a bit of Portuguese, and a smattering of Russian. Many dialects make up each, and I am limited to the official version.”

He figured she must be exceptionally intelligent. “I can’t imagine learning so many languages. Didn’t you have anything else to do?”

“Of course I did, but I told you in Bayergrovenia one needs many languages. I’m sure even you could learn if you wished. Once you master the first, the rest are easier.”

He couldn’t help grinning at her indignation. “Even I could learn, huh?

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you but you were the one who protested.”

“Apology accepted.”

“Do you speak anything besides English?”

He nodded and swallowed another bite. “Spanish, but not the kind you mean. I speak Mexican Spanish, the way immigrants from Mexico or those whose families have been in the Southwest since the area belonged to Mexico speak. You’ll hear a lot of that once we get to New Mexico and Texas.”

“I’ll depend on you to help me with the differences. I want to do every part of this job well.”

“So far, so good. Not sure a genuine princess would defer to her husband as you did when we started. Don’t think I’m complaining—I’m glad you did, but it surprised me.”

She finished her sandwich and brought out a handkerchief to wipe her hands. “But, you are very… how can I explain politely… you think women should defer to men and be seen and not heard, am I right?”

Whew, on the nose. “I believe women should marry and have children and keep the home as a place of refuge for her husband and offer loving guidance for her children.”

She nodded. “Most women have that as their goal.”

“But not you?”

She glanced at him and then away. “On the contrary. Someday I hope to marry—a real marriage—to someone I love and for us to have a family together. But now, I want the adventure offered by this case.”

They had walked as far from the waystation as he cared to. There were too many reasons numbers offered safety. He cupped her elbow and turned her toward the stage.

She held his arm and gazed up at the sky. “The stars are so bright out here. I never realized how many more there are than I was able to see in a city.”

“You study the stars too?”

She leaned against the side of the coach and looked up again.  “Not really, I just enjoy looking at them. I know some of the myths but can never find the constellations.”

He pointed skyward. “Follow my finger. Can you see there where the stars form sort of a square?”

She tilted her head as she gazed at the sky. “I suppose that could be a lopsided square.”

“That’s Pegasus or the Great Square. Now follow the line as my finger traces the route to Cassiopeia. Notice Perseus seems to follow Cassiopeia.”

She looked at him and actually smiled. “Thank you. I’ll remember those now. I’m happy to learn we share some interest in common.”

“I imagine there are other things we share. Perhaps we’ll discover them on this trip.”

Now why did he say that? He didn’t want to share hobbies with her. No sharing anything. He wanted to get to San Antonio, complete the job, and go back to Denver for their annulment.

He had to admit that her smile lighted her features and doubled her beauty, if that was possible. Having her beam at him because of something he’d shared mesmerized him. For a brief moment he felt jealous of the man she’d love and, as she put it, marry for real. Dang, he must be losing his mind.

***

By the time they reached Santa Fe, Cloud was thoroughly tired of stage travel. They bid goodbye to the Winston women after being introduced to Mr. Winston. Ginny wanted her father to meet a real princess and duke. Poor woman would never know they were fakes. As long as she was happy he couldn’t see the harm.

The two businessmen in brown bid them goodbye.

Mr. Stanton remained with the stage and indicated he was going to El Paso. Hesitantly, the cowboy introduced himself as Johnny Rucker and remarked he’d be going that far too. As a group they walked to the hotel, La Fonda, on the Plaza and checked in. Maggie and Cloud deposited their small bags in the hotel room and washed their face and hands.

She peeked out the window. “Are you certain our luggage will be safe at the stage depot?”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets, slightly miffed at her question. “No, but we’d never get them here and then back to the depot in time for our ride tomorrow. We need a night in a real bed. Maggie, I’m sure you’re as tired of sitting as I am.”

She glanced apprehensively at the double bed. “Can we walk around? There’s plenty of daylight left.”

He really wanted to stretch out on the bed but he figured they needed the exercise after sitting for what seemed like years. “Daylight will probably last longer than our stamina. Traveling on a stage is the most tiring thing I’ve ever done.”

He opened the room’s door and came up with a devilish plan. “Let’s get something to eat. Have you ever eaten from a street vendor?” He figured she would turn up her pretty nose at the idea.

She glided through the door then took his arm. “Not yet but I’m open to new experiences.”

They walked out of the hotel and along the plaza in front of the governor’s palace, which was a misnomer given the less than palatial building.

She scanned the area. “The style of buildings here is similar to some towns we came through yet different because the entire town matches. These earthy colors and shapes appear appropriate for this land.”

They passed a group of people speaking New Mexico Spanish. “Did you understand what those people were saying?”

“Pronunciation was different but I think most of the words are the same.” She gestured to a street vendor. “Is that what you had in mind?”

“Perhaps, let’s watch a moment.” He intended to be careful in case the filling was rancid.  He was surprised she appeared agreeable to his plan.

They stood under the wide cover of the walkway. The vendor’s cart included a brazier which provided heat to keep the food steaming hot. This seller proved popular so Cloud decided buying from her was safe.

Cloud took Maggie’s arm. “Shall we?”

Maggie appeared hesitant. “What is she selling?”

“Tamales, probably made of pulled pork. We’ll see.” He purchased two of the tamales and handed one to Maggie.  

After showing her how to remove the cornhusk, they bit into the masa-wrapped meat.

She closed her eyes and swallowed. “Oh, my, this is wonderful. I could eat a dozen of these.”

He couldn’t believe his ears. “We may find something else offered along the way. If not, we’ll buy more from her before we return to the hotel.”

She licked a finger before using her handkerchief to clean her hands. “What if she’s sold out by then?”

After chuckling at her eagerness, he conceded, “All right, I’ll buy us each another tamale.”

He gave her one and they walked along as they ate. Occasionally, she paused to look over the goods of the people selling from the walkway. As if she would wear any of the things offered. Most displayed jewelry made from silver and decorated with turquoise. One woman showed small woven wool rugs while another displayed carved and painted wooden figures, including some of saints. In a corner, a woman had brightly colored blankets.

Ahead he spotted another busy street vendor. “Let’s see what this man is selling.”

“Are those little pies?”

“Empanadas.” He raised his hand to display four fingers to the seller.

Maggie accepted half the purchase. He was still surprised she was willing to eat from a street peddler. He had expected her to complain about cleanliness or lack of a table. He wondered about her past. Perhaps there were street peddlers in Bayergrovenia. They continued their walk.

She bit into the empanada. “Mmm, spicy and delicious.”

They walked on until he surveyed their location. He realized they’d wandered too far from the safe part of town. He didn’t want to alarm her, but several men who looked like desperados studied them.

He put a hand at her back to turn her in the opposite direction. “We should head back to the inn before dusk. I need time to study the file Archie sent with me. I hesitate to do so where anyone but you can see the papers.”

“I forgot about them. We should hurry.” Her pace increased.

He cleared his throat. “I’d like something to drink, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to go into a cantina along here. Perhaps we can find something at the inn.”

After a block she glanced at him. “I’m sure you noticed those rough-looking men back there who acted much too interested in us. They were rather frightening.”

He was surprised she had noticed the men. “I didn’t want to mention them and alarm you.”

She snapped, “You should always be honest with me, Cloud. We’re supposed to be partners on this case. You have to trust me.” Her voice held censure.

“Yeah, yeah, so I heard. How much help would you have been if those men had accosted us?”

She sent him a glare that would melt metal. “More than you think.”

A few more steps and she glanced at him again. “Why do you dislike me so much?”

Rats, he thought he’d done a good job of hiding his feelings. “It’s not that I dislike you personally, but I don’t want to be paired with you on a case. I know your type. Your kind always brings trouble.”

“My type? My kind? What right have you to condemn me?”

“I know plenty about your kind of woman. I was keeping company with a woman of your class. Her name was Henrietta Cooper. When I asked her to marry me, she was appalled because I wasn’t good enough or rich enough. For her I was just a dalliance to spite her father. I vowed then to keep my distance from women like you.”

“She sounds like a selfish snob and someone to avoid. I’m not like her, Cloud, not at all. You shouldn’t use her as a measuring stick for women. You’re doing the rest of us a disservice if you do. You’re also cheating yourself.”

“Maybe. I’m entitled to my opinion. I’ll hold on to it until proven wrong.” 

They continued in silence until they were in the plaza.

She headed toward the first vendor. “We should buy more of those tamales and empanadas to take with us tomorrow. We could keep them in the basket Marianne used for the sandwiches.”

At least maybe she was over her snit.

“Let’s hurry before they’re sold out of food.”

Chapter Four

Maggie stored their supply of food in the basket. She eyed the bed. Thank goodness there was also a couch in their suite. She went behind the screen and readied for the night.

After grabbing a pillow, she went to the couch.

He stared at her, hands braced on his hips. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll sleep here so you can have the bed.” She spread her long coat on the back so she could pull it over her after she’d lain on the couch.

“That’s a bad idea. The bed is plenty large enough for both of us. Trust me, I can resist your charms during the night.”

“You’re too tall and will have to sleep at an angle or your feet will hang off the bed. That means taking up more than half. Go on and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be comfy here.”

Anger visibly growing, he sat on the couch and pulled off his boots. “I knew having a woman along would be a pain.”

He lay down—or tried—on the couch. He curled up and pulled the coat over him. “Goodnight, Princess La-te-dah.”

“If you insist, sleep like a coil of rope.” She stomped to the bed and climbed between the covers. Ahh, stretching out on the mattress was heavenly. Too bad Cloud didn’t have a bed too.

In spite of his insulting manner, guilt gnawed at her. A bit grumpy at times, he had been a gentleman so far. She heard him shifting positions and muttering under his breath. He’d never be able to get comfortable and no doubt would wake with muscle cramps.

She couldn’t go to sleep in her comfortable bed while he suffered on the couch. She threw back the cover and tiptoed to stand beside him. Oh, dear, he was contorted in a knot.

He spotted her. “What now, Princess?”

“You’re right. If you were to climb on top of the sheet but under the blankets, then we could both sleep on the bed.”

He untangled himself from her coat. “Not going to argue with you.”

He stood, grabbed the pillow, and bowed. “After you, Your Highness.”

“There’s no need to be sarcastic, Your Grace.”

“I’m way too tired for this.” He crawled on top of the sheet and pulled the blankets over him. By the time she got into bed, he was asleep.

How could he fall asleep so quickly? Sleep always evaded her for at least half an hour. How surprising—listening to his even breathing soothed her.

She wondered if this was what being really married would be like. Having him near reassured her, which was silly. There was no threat so why did she need security?

Recalling the men that had made her uncomfortable on their walk, she wondered if there had been other times when she hadn’t seen the threat. Would he confide in her next time? She hoped she had convinced him she wanted to be his partner, not his dependent.

She woke to rays of sunshine spilling across the bed.

He stood at the mirror shaving. “Good morning, Princess Red. Better shake a leg. Our stage leaves in an hour.”

She reached for the lamp table and checked her lapel watch. “You should have waked me. I don’t usually sleep this late.”

“Haven’t been awake that long myself. A night in a bed restored me, though.”

He toweled his face and came to sit down on the corner of the bed. “You wanted to know the facts. Well, the next part of the journey is dangerous. Apache and Comanche roam the land we’ll pass through. I hope we ride lickety split before they notice us.”

“I’d better get out my gun.”

He appeared surprised. “Wouldn’t be a bad idea. What kind is it?”

“Papá had me bring two.” She rose and opened her carpetbag. “One is this Remington Zig Zag pepperbox, which is light enough to carry in my pocket.”

He took it from her and examined it. “Six barrels. Not bad. Have you practiced with it?”

“Don’t worry, I’m an excellent marksman. The other firearm I brought is a Colt 1851 Navy revolver with part of the barrel sawed off. I like it best but even modified it’s too heavy for a woman’s dress pocket.”

“Ordinarily I’d carry a revolver in a shoulder holster. Rather than ruin the picture of being a fancy foreign duke, I’ll keep my revolver in my valise and keep the valise in the stage with me.”

She returned both guns to her carpetbag. “You haven’t been acting foreign enough. I think it’s best if you pose as an American I met on my journey and fell in love with.”

He shook his head and sent her a mutinous glare. “No, that’s not what our instructions from Archie are. He intends me to be from Bayergrovenia and I’ve located Montpelier on the map. Where in the country did you live?”

She stepped behind the screen to change into her travel clothes. “The princess lives in the palace in Greunberg. My parents and I lived about two miles away from the palace. Now we live in Virginia barely outside Washington D.C.”

“And the king is Augustus Claud II, is that correct?”

“Yes. He’s a nice man who is well respected by the people. You would like him, I’m sure. Pronounce his name as Ow-goose-tuss Clowd.”

“What a mouthful. Won’t the real Princess Magdala be angry you’ve pretended to be her?”

“No, she won’t mind.”

“You about ready?”

“Ten minutes. I’m hurrying. My hair is the delay.”

“Another reason—”

“Don’t you dare tell me why women shouldn’t be allowed as Pinkertons,” she snapped. “You and I are linked on this case so make the best of our situation. Stop grumbling and muttering under your breath like a petulant child. I know you’re angry you’re paired with me. I didn’t choose you either, Cloud Ryan.”

Her voice was sharper than she intended but she was tired of being told women shouldn’t be agents. By now he should be over his resentment. At least he should have learned to deal with their partnership by now.

“Don’t hold back, Maggie. Say what you think.”

“Would you prefer I mutter under my breath and send you hateful glares as you do me?”

“I don’t glare hatefully at you.”

“Ha. Then someone who looks like you has been following me.”

She emerged from behind the screen and pushed a last hairpin in place. “I’m ready as soon as I find my hat.”

“Now don’t get mad again but that’s a heck of a hat.”

Before she donned it, she showed him the inside. “See this? I have cash here and a knife. Not a huge blade, but enough to be helpful. In addition, the steel hatpins can be lethal.” She secured the chapeau with hatpins.

“I bow in defeat.” He dipped a low bow.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go.” She picked up the basket and her carpetbag then smiled sweetly at her husband, the Duke of Montpelier.

Cloud gestured to their ride. “This time we’ll be in a wider celerity stage, sometimes called a mud wagon. Supposedly this is sturdier although the seats are not padded.”

He checked his pocket watch. “Let me leave our bags here and I’ll hurry back.” He dashed to the people selling wares in front of the governor’s palace.

He returned with a couple of blankets. “These will pad the seats at least a little.”

Johnny Rucker strode up. “Say, that’s a good idea.” He rushed to purchase one.

Mr. Stanton ambled toward them. “I gather we’re ready to get on with our travels. Oh, you’ve brought blankets?”

Maggie nodded. “To pad the seats of the celerity stage.”

“Good heavens, one of those? I’d better do the same.” He rushed to purchase one before time to leave.

Maggie glanced at Cloud. “You started a trend. I’m glad we’ll all have blankets and won’t need to share.”

“I’m not sharing. Everyone has an equal chance to bring one.” He sounded definite.

She wondered if he meant what he’d said. Perhaps he was as selfish as he’d appeared so far on their trip.

A very pregnant young woman carrying a toddler joined the line.

Maggie smiled at the child. “Your baby is precious.”

The woman cuddled her little girl and looked down. “No hablo ingles.”

Cloud whispered, “She doesn’t understand English.”

“Got that.” Maggie caressed the child’s cheek. “Tu niña es preciosa.”

The woman looked up and her eyes radiated her pleasure. “Gracias.”

Cloud darted to the woman selling blankets and purchased two more before he jogged back to where Maggie waited.

She managed to keep a straight face. “Hardhearted as ever I see. Definitely not sharing.”

He smiled sheepishly and whispered, “I didn’t know there’d be a child along or a woman… um, in her advanced condition. I’m surprised the stage company is letting her travel. She looks ready to give birth any minute. I hope she knows the ride will be rough.”

“I imagine she’s used to difficulties. Let’s hope she doesn’t give birth on the stage. I know nothing about delivering a child and would prefer to keep it that way.”

“Reckon you’re right.”

She grinned at him and whispered, “Dukes don’t reckon, they surmise.”

He took a deep breath. “Forgot for a minute. I’ll sure be glad when we get to San Antonio. At the speed we’re traveling, any problems will have been resolved by the time we arrive.”

She saw the driver loading the stage. “What a relief. There goes our luggage onto the stage. I couldn’t help worrying about our things.”

“Admit I worried some, too. I cleaned out Archie’s men’s closet. Guess you did the same with the women’s. I’d hate to lose his best things. He’s grumpy enough as it is.”

She merely frowned. “I don’t know what you mean. Archie wasn’t grumpy to me.”

“You were sitting right there and heard him bellow at me. Snapped my head off and threatened to fire me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s your interpretation.”

“Oh, yeah, and what’s yours?”

“I thought he demanded you follow instructions, which is his right as an employer. You were the one who questioned his decision. That’s never popular with a boss.”

“Should have known you’d take his side instead of mine. I don’t understand why. I know you didn’t want this arrangement either.”

“Don’t pout and frown, Cloud. I wanted very badly to be an agent. I’m grateful for the chance to prove myself.”

He looked around as if checking to see who might overhear their conversation.

She had forgotten for a moment too. No more would that happen. She had to play her part to perfection.

The driver yelled, “All aboard that’s going to El Paso.”

Maggie picked up her carpetbag, the basket, and a blanket. She wore her coat so she wouldn’t have to carry the heavy garment.

Cloud carried his valise and three blankets. “Seems we’re acquiring more possessions than we can easily carry. You need help?”

“When I step into the coach I may. At this rate, we’ll soon need a private coach.” She set the food on the floorboard beside her carpetbag. Then, with Cloud’s help, she stepped up into the celerity stage and padded the seat with her blanket before sitting.

Cloud padded the facing seat for the mother and child. The young woman thanked him again and again. Next, he laid a blanket on his seat and climbed in beside Maggie. Tom Stanton and cowboy Johnny used their blankets in the same way.

Even with the makeshift padding on the seat, the hard wooden back was no comfort. As soon as they were underway, the cowboy dozed. Mr. Stanton’s eyes soon closed as well. 

Except for the lack of cushioned seats, Maggie decided this coach was more comfortable. At least there was more foot room. She turned to Cloud. “Will we ride all night again?”

“That’s what I was told. We might as well doze while we can.” He wriggled and closed his eyes.

Chapter Five

As they approached San Antonio’s plaza, Maggie read the words Menger Hotel across the upper face of an impressive building’s Romanesque-style architecture. The carriage stopped in front of the two-story hotel’s broad steps. She climbed down from the carriage that had brought them from the stage depot.

“I wish we could have freshened up before arriving at the hotel. I hope we have an opportunity to do so before we meet with the Mengers.”

Cloud flexed his shoulders. “Yeah, I want to check in and go to our suite before we talk with them. I feel as if my backside has been bruised by our ride. At least you have all those skirts and petticoats to offer padding.”

“They didn’t help as much as you’d expect.” In spite of her crushing fatigue, Maggie straightened her spine. “Remember you’re a duke and must stand straight and act accordingly.”

He assumed a military posture. “I’m not likely to forget, Princess.” He offered his arm.

She laid her hand on his sleeve. “Shall we begin our charade?”

They climbed the steps and entered the lobby. Behind them, a wagon driver and his helper brought in their luggage. At the reception desk, Cloud paused.

The young clerk smiled and gestured to the register with a pot of ink and a pen beside it. “Do you have a reservation?”

Cloud’s expression turned imperious as he signed with a flourish. “As you’ll see from your register, my wife is Princess Magdala of Bayergrovenia and I am the Duke of Montpelier. I believe you have your largest suite reserved for us.”

The clerk’s eyes grew round and he dipped a nod. “Y-Yes… Your Highness and Your Grace. Your maid and valet are waiting in your suite.” He grabbed a key from behind him and signaled the bell captain.

When the man approached, the clerk handed him the key. “Show Princess Magdala and the Duke to their suite. They’re in 214.”

The bell captain bowed and gestured ahead. “Perhaps you’ll pardon me while I step ahead of you. Please follow me. Everything is ready for your arrival.”

With a nod, Cloud escorted Maggie through the lobby. Her half boots clicked on the black and white marble tiles until they reached the burgundy carpeted stairs. She was hungry and beyond tired. All she wanted was to crawl in bed and sleep for ten or twelve hours. She couldn’t give up, not now.

They reached their room and found a young woman in a maid’s black uniform and white apron and a young man in livery.

The young woman curtsied and her organdy cap bobbed. “I am Geneva Dubois, ready to serve you, Your Highness.”

The young man clicked his heels together. “I’m Alec Gray, Your Grace.”

Cloud nodded to each. “We’re happy to have your services.”

Maggie removed her long coat. Before it was off of her arms, Geneva was rushing to help her. Geneva hung the coat in the armoire. How lovely to have a maid assist her, especially when she was this tired.

The arrival of their luggage turned the lovely room into a disaster. With their trunks and bags stacked inside the parlor, Maggie realized how much she had brought. How else could she play her part? Besides, she had nowhere else to leave her possessions.

The weather here was milder than anywhere she’d been to date. Now that the stage ride was over, at least they could get to work. Perhaps they might even see the city.

Their time here was sure to be awkward. She doubted Cloud had ever had a valet. With servants underfoot, they would have to watch their conversation even in their suite. Being on her guard all the time was tiresome.

Geneva and Alec moved the luggage into the bedroom.

Cloud stretched out on the couch, his head on the arm while his feet dangled off the couch’s other end. “You might as well make yourself comfortable. We won’t be able to change for a while.”

She wanted to comment on his lack of propriety.

As if he read her thoughts, he sent her a glare. “Don’t tell me dukes don’t lounge like this. I’m tired and I need a bath.”

She walked to the windows. “Oh, Cloud, we have a balcony that overlooks the city. How lovely.”

He scrubbed a hand across his face. “Right now, that doesn’t interest me enough to make me move. I’m hungry enough to eat my boot.”

She turned to examine the room. “Look at this, there’s a basket on the table.” She inspected the contents. “Oh, cheese and crackers, fruit, and chocolates. And, a bottle of wine with two glasses.”

Several hours later, Maggie smoothed a wrinkle from her skirt. “After a bath and clean clothes, I feel human again.”

“Let’s go talk to the Mengers.” He escorted her down the stairs.

At the reception desk, he nodded to the young clerk. “We’d like to speak with Mrs. Menger and her son.”  

The young man appeared concerned. “Is everything all right with your suite?”

“Very pleasant, thank you.”

With a relieved expression, the clerk turned. “I’ll let them know you wish to talk to them.” He disappeared through a door.

He was soon back. “This way, please. They’re eager to speak with you.”

Maggie and Cloud were shown into the main office. A handsome man who looked to be in his early twenties stood to greet them. “Please come in and take a seat. I’ve sent someone to let Mama know you’re here. Would you like coffee or tea?”

Cloud looked at her and she shook her head slightly. He directed his gaze to Louis William. “Thank you but we sampled the wine and food from the basket you provided.”

Maggie smiled as regally as she could manage. “We’ve heard so much about the food here that I want nothing to spoil my appetite before dinner.”

Louis beamed. “Yes, we’re famous for Mama’s food. I wish I could convince her to retire. She’s getting on and has to have more helpers now, but using her recipes assures the food is always delicious.”

Mary Menger hurried in while patting her hair in place. “I’m so glad you’re here. We had another incident last night. We’re going to lose all our regular customers if the thieves aren’t caught soon.”

She paused and her eyes widened. “My goodness, you look as if you really are a princess and a duke.”

Maggie chuckled. “That’s the idea, Mrs. Menger. May I call you Mary? We’ve given others the impression that you and your son are friends of ours.”

Mary sat in one of the chairs near her son’s desk. “I hope we will be friends. I especially hope you can capture the thieves before we’re forced out of business.”

The woman pulled a handkerchief from her cuff and dabbed at her eyes. “I’m sure problems like these caused my William to die so young. He was only forty-four when he passed away in March.”

Maggie rose to place an arm around Mary’s shoulders in a gentle hug. “Please allow us to express our sincere condolences. How wonderful that you have your son to carry on your husband’s work.”

Mary looked up and offered a tremulous smile. “Louis William is doing this for me. He’s not really that interested in the hotel business and may decide to sell. He prefers managing our brewery. Nevertheless, we must put a stop to these robberies. Otherwise, the hotel will lose much of its value.”

Maggie returned to her chair.

Cloud leaned forward and met Louis William’s gaze. “We should introduce ourselves properly. You know we’re from the Pinkerton’s Denver office. I’m—”

“No, don’t tell me.” Louis held up a hand then glanced from Cloud to Maggie. “I don’t want to risk giving away your real identity. For all purposes, right now you are Princess Magdala and the Duke of Montpelier.”

Maggie inclined her head. “That’s probably best. We’re immersed in our roles at all times.”

Cloud wriggled in his chair. “As you wish. What can you tell us about the recent robbery? Even a small detail may be helpful.”

The young man exhaled. “The robberies always happen at night. Whoever is guilty is expert at entering and leaving without a trace. We’ve changed the locks, checked every employee, have guards patrol each hallway. Nothing Mama and I have tried has made any difference.”

Cloud tapped his fingers on his knee. “I see. Will you give us access to your guest registers?”

The Mengers exchanged glances before Louis answered. “We don’t want our guests harassed. No point driving away those who are loyal.”

“Of course. We act with the utmost discretion and have no intention of contacting guests.”

Louis glanced at his mother then nodded at Cloud. “Then you may access to any records we have. I can’t stress how important catching the guilty thieves is. Mama and I are at our wit’s end.”

“I assure you we will act as if our visit is pleasant and perhaps we’re looking for investment opportunities. No one will suspect we’re Pinkerton agents.”

Looking relieved, Louis leaned back in his chair. “I’m happy to hear you say that. I’ve arranged a tour of the city for you tomorrow at ten with another couple, the McMillans. You can familiarize yourself with San Antonio. This evening, dinner should offer an opportunity to see our staff in action.”

Cloud stood. “Then, if you can place the registers in a briefcase to disguise them, we’ll get started on chasing these thieves.  You’ll be helping most if none of your staff knows what you’re doing.”

Louis bustled about. “I have a new registration book I’ll give to the reception clerk so you can see who’s currently here.” He left the room with the fresh ledger. When he returned, he carried the one in which Cloud had signed their names.

Mary met Maggie’s gaze. “We save them year after year. I don’t know why.”

Maggie smiled at the hotel owner. “There’s no need not to do so. You probably have signatures of famous people.”

“Oh, yes. Sam Houston stayed here. Any famous person who came to San Antonio stayed at the Menger.”

Cloud nodded at Louis. “We’ll need the dates of the robberies.”

The young man handed him a sheet of paper. “I’ve written them here.” He snapped closed the locks of a case and passed it across the desk.

Cloud folded the paper and put it inside his inside lapel pocket then took the case. “This should get us on our way. Thank you.”

“We’ll probably see you at dinner.”

Maggie and Cloud left the office and ambled across the lobby as if they had all the time in the world.

Chapter Six

Once they were in their suite, Cloud checked his pocket watch. “Time to change clothes for dinner.”

Geneva appeared. “The dinner dress you indicated is pressed, Your Highness.”

“Thank you, Geneva. I’ll need my jewelry case as well.” Maggie chose the ecru silk and crepe de chine dress to make a regal entrance. Malines lace at the low neck created a perfect frame to display her jewels. Green velvet trim decorated the waist and in bows of the draped overskirt. Two ecru ruched ruffles showed beneath the overskirt.

Before she donned her dress, Maggie sat at the vanity to complete her toilette.

Geneva stood behind her and their eyes met in the mirror. “Shall I get a crimping iron?”

Maggie shook her head. “I don’t think it’s good for the hair. I’ll wear mine as usual but with my diamond and emerald tiara. I’ll be wearing matching jewelry.”

Geneva sent her a worried look. “I hope the thieves don’t target you.”

When Geneva had arranged Maggie’s hair, Maggie opened her jewel case and withdrew her necklace, earrings, bracelet, and ring. She decided against the matching brooch. Wearing these should attract the jewel thief’s attention.

Playing her part in the Pinkerton drama, she intended to make heads turn. Perhaps tonight the thieves would strike. Carefully, she stepped into her dress without mussing her hair.

 When Cloud saw her, he bowed over her hand and kissed her fingers. “You look like a princess ready to dine with her court.”

She placed her hand on his arm. “How about with my husband, the Duke?” She couldn’t help wondering how she would feel if they were really wed instead of only in a temporary, paper marriage. In dinner dress, Cloud was so handsome he took away her breath. If only he weren’t so hardened against women.

The maid and valet stood near, both appearing proud of her and Cloud. Their rooms were attached to the suite. That reassured her that no one would have free access to the suite in her absence.

She and her duke walked down the stairs to the dining room. She murmured, “Do you feel as much like you’re on display as I do?”

Cloud whispered, “We’re getting the attention we need. That jewelry passes for real.”

“I’m glad you approve. They are real, Your Grace.”

He missed a step but recovered. “What was Archie thinking to use real gems? He could lose a fortune.”

The same thought had occurred to her when she put them on this evening. Plus, there were those remaining in the suite. What would she do if all the jewels were stolen? The thought made her physically ill and she had to lean on Cloud.

In spite of her misgivings, she hoped she presented a brave face. “I believe we’re supposed to prevent that. I have faith in us, don’t you?”

They were the focus of most diners as the maitre de showed them to their table with a flourish.

 No sooner were they seated than two well-dressed men at the next table caught her attention. Each appeared to be in his mid to late thirties. She decided the men must be brothers because they closely resembled one another.

The one seated nearest their table leaned their way. “There’s no one to do the honors so please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Johan Rambler and this is my brother Dominic.”

Cloud nodded acknowledgment. “I’m the Duke of Montpelier and this is my wife, Princess Magdala of Bayergrovenia.”

Johan stared at her jewelry. “I can’t help staring, Your Highness. You see, my brother and I are jewel salesmen—at least we were until last night’s robbery.”

Cloud gestured to the two vacant chairs at the table. “Perhaps you’d like to join us at our table.”

The brothers quickly changed seats, with Dominic sitting at Maggie’s right and Johan across the table from her.

The waiter chose that time to take their dinner orders.

Maggie read over the menu. “I’ll have the snapper soup, the quail with orange sauce, and the mango ice cream.

Cloud handed his menu to the waiter. “Sounds good so I’ll have the same. Is the snapper local?”

The waiter wrote their selections. “The snapper turtles are from the San Antonio River. The quail are from a farm not far from the city. The mangos are from the trees in the hotel courtyard.”

Louis Menger stopped by. He clapped Johan on the shoulder. “Nice to see you making friends, Your Highness and Your Grace. The Ramblers are frequent guests and will give you tips on San Antonio. However, in the morning at ten I’ve arranged a surprise.”

Cloud pretended ignorance of the outing. “Sounds interesting. Are you going to reveal it now?”

“There’s another couple staying here for the first time. Mama and I thought you’d enjoy a tour of our city. So, we arranged for a carriage to take you and the McMillans for a drive through town tomorrow. The driver, Finnegan, will point out sites of interest.”

Maggie clasped her hands together. “That sounds lovely. Thank you, Louis.”

“I feel guilty for leaving you on your own so much of the time.”

Cloud smiled at their host. “Nonsense. We realize you have a thriving business to operate that keeps you buzzing around constantly. We’ll enjoy a drive around town.”

“Well, I’d better make my rounds.” He nodded and was off to where the desk clerk was waving at him from the lobby.

Cloud turned to Johann. “I believe you were about to tell us your story.”

Johan gestured toward his brother. “We’re waiting for word from our insurance company. If they don’t pay, not only will Dominic and I be ruined, but so will our family.”

Maggie sympathized but didn’t understand. “Surely there’s no question of them paying since there was a theft?”

Dominic’s sad brown eyes reminded her of her father’s favorite hound. “They’re protesting because the same thing happened two months ago when we were here.”

Cloud looked from one brother to the other. “You’ve been robbed twice? Don’t you store your valuables in the hotel safe?”

Johan shook his head. “How can we sell jewels that are locked away? No, we have specially fitted cases to protect and display the gems we carry. We always keep them with us. Always.”

The same waiter brought their food on a trolley and set the plates on the table. Then, he poured their beverages. They’d chosen a Riesling wine even though the Mengers owned a brewery.

Dominic paused until the waiter left. “We don’t have the cases with us now because there’s no point. Normally, we would keep them with us all the time. At night, we store them between our beds.”

Cloud leaned back in his chair. “Someone entered your room while you were sleeping and stole cases that were between your beds?”

Johan nodded. “The same with everyone who had things stolen. You must be very careful, Your Highness. Those are spectacular pieces you’re wearing.”

Maggie sliced a slab of white meat from her quail. “Thank you, Mr. Rambler. This set is one of my favorites. However, some of those we brought with us go back several generations to my three times great-grandmother in Bayergrovenia. Losing those would be a tragic loss. Not just financially, you understand, but emotionally. They’re part of my heritage. I’m only the steward until I can pass them to my children and grandchildren.”

Dominic reached for her hand. Apparently he thought better of the idea and withdrew before he patted her. “That’s a moving way to value your treasure.”

Cloud stopped carving his meat to peer at Johan. “Tell me about the robberies. Were they both the same?”

Johan exhaled. “We come here about once a month unless we have reason to go home to New York. We have a regular route, you see. Twice we’ve been robbed but last time we were here there was a robbery and we weren’t included, thank goodness. I don’t understand why unless perhaps the robbers were interrupted or something alarmed them.”

Dominic leaned forward. “Lucky for us because we had an unusually large inventory with us that time. If we’d been robbed, there would have been huge losses.”

Maggie’s curiosity drove her. “How do you get enough merchandise to come so often? Getting here is not that easy. I thought the stage ride would never end.”

Dominic’s mouth made a perfect O. “We get our merchandise by ship at Galveston. Where did your trip start?”

Maggie glanced at Cloud before she lied. “We started at New York then to Washington DC and then west. We’ve seen wonderful scenery but I enjoyed it more by train. I’m not a fan of stage coaches.”

Dominic chuckled. “I share that opinion. We travel to Austin by stage. I always feel as if my teeth will be shaken loose.”

Maggie tilted her head and smiled. “Where does your inventory originate?”

He glanced at his brother who was busy conversing with Cloud. “Our family in Belgium sends them to our family in New York and they send them to us at Galveston.”

“Are you from Belgium?”

“Oh, yes. We’ve lived in New York for about ten years but we grew up in Antwerp. I suppose you’ve been there.”

She chose not to answer. “And do you speak French or Flemish or Dutch?”

Dominic shifted on his chair. “Our family speaks Dutch.”

She filed that tidbit away in her mind. “That’s interesting. Of course in Bayergrovenia officially we speak both French and German, but my parents insisted I also learn the old Bayergrovenian dialect.”

He waved a hand as if dismissing the idea. “There are so many dialects it’s difficult to learn all of them. I’m not good with languages. English was difficult for me.”

The waiter cleared the dishes from their table while another served them ice cream.

As he set out the dessert, he said, “This is Mrs. Menger’s specialty, mango ice cream.”

Maggie picked up her spoon. “I love ice cream but I’ve never tasted this flavor.” She dipped up a spoonful and savored it in her mouth.

Cloud smiled at her. “Better than from a street vendor?”

“Mmm, I admit this is superb. Such an interesting flavor.”

After dinner, they chatted with the Rambler brothers before moving to the lounge to meet other guests and listen to the pianist. Apparently, word of her being a princess had spread. She and Cloud were the objects of attention from other guests clamoring to meet royalty.

During a brief respite, Cloud leaned near. “Enjoying yourself, Princess?”

“I prefer being plain Maggie Harper but, yes, I am enjoying the evening.”

About nine, they excused themselves and headed to their suite. Although it was early, they’d had a long day. She couldn’t help thinking of the fact there was only one bed in their suite. Neither of them could sleep on one of the two luxurious couches. Having servants meant their actions would be monitored. Maggie yearned for privacy.

Cloud placed a hand at her back. “You look worried.”

Shocked he could read her mood, she forced a smile. She wasn’t willing to share her true concern. “Only wondering if we talked to the thieves this evening.”

“Does it frighten you that we probably did?”

“On the contrary, I hope wearing this jewelry caught their eyes. The sooner the burglar’s strike—or try to, the sooner we solve this case.”

“Did you meet anyone today who went on your list of suspects?”

After a few second’s contemplation, Maggie decided on two couples. “The Vandivers and the Jessups. What about you?”

“I’ve added Mr. Kennedy to that list. He pumped me about your jewelry and its value. I didn’t like his lack of manners.”

“You can’t add him to the suspects list simply because you don’t like him.”

His lovely blue eyes sparkled. “Sure I can and did. I’ve been thinking—what if the burglar isn’t a guest? What if he or they slip in to carry out the robberies?”

She glanced at him. “We’ve already talked about that, Cloud, and we agreed the thief has to be either an employee or a guest of the hotel.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know that but my mind keeps going on possible situations. I’m still thinking there’s something slimy about Kennedy.”

“Using that as criteria, you can add Mr. Young.”

“Why him?”

She suppressed a shiver. “He stands too close when he talks to me and he leers.” She rubbed her arms. “He makes me want to rush and take a bath.”

Later, after Geneva and Alec had been dismissed for the day, Maggie sat in the vanity’s chair brushing her hair. Her green brocade robe covered her lawn nightgown but she felt exposed. Exhaustion weighed heavy on her and she craved sleep.

Cloud took the brush from her and laid it on the vanity. He pulled her to her feet and turned her toward the bed. “Stop worrying, Princess. We’ll manage the way we did in Santa Fe. Go ahead and get comfortable. I’ll sleep on top of the sheet but under the blankets.”

She sighed with relief. “I thought as much.” But, she’d wondered what he would do or say. She rose and turned out the nearest lamp before removing her robe and climbing into bed.

He did the same except he scrambled on top of the sheet as he’d said. “Ahhh, stretching out like this is what I’ve needed for several hours. Make that several days.”

He wriggled as if burrowing into the mattress. “Sure beats the time I had to camp in a bedroll and a downpour drenched me to the bones. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Maggie tried to imagine the refined man he’d been tonight camped in the rain. Being a good Pinkerton agent required not only acting ability, but versatility. Obviously Cloud had both. How adaptable was she? She couldn’t imagine herself sleeping under the stars—especially not in a thunderstorm.

He turned and slid his arm across her middle, snuggling to her. She froze but his breathing told her he was sound asleep. Should she wake him? Having him near with his arm around her comforted her. Not that she needed consoling but the sensation relieved her concerns about… everything.

Chapter Seven

Cloud woke spooned to Maggie and the two of them fit perfectly. His arm was across her waist. Her modest nightgown couldn’t hide her beauty. He recalled Jake’s comment about seeing her hair spread across a pillow. Jake’s imagination couldn’t compete with the real thing.

No, no, he couldn’t let himself think like that. This was just an assignment like any other. He preferred working alone, but he’d worked with partners before now. Not a female, of course, but other Pinkerton agents. He needed to focus on the case.

Cloud tried not to disturb Maggie as he left their bed, but servants ruined his plan. Geneva and Alec arrived to get Maggie and him ready for their day. Geneva opened the curtains and sunlight filled the room.

He’d learned that Maggie was cheerful when she first woke. He envied her because he needed an hour or two before he could appreciate people. There he went again. Concentrate on the case instead of thinking about her habits and moods.

Instead of the voluminous coat she’d had with her on the trip, today she wore a fur jacket. He had to admit that in a green dress that looked very expensive and wearing a fur, no one would doubt she was a princess. Her jewelry was less spectacular than she’d worn last night, but still eye-catching.

After breakfast, Cloud pulled out his pocket watch. “Perfect timing. Shall we meet the McMillans?”

He held her chair while she stood then she put her hand on his arm. Man, she was good at looking regal. If he didn’t know differently, he’d believe she really was a princess.

But, apparently people thought he was a duke. Even though the admission cost his pride, he had to confess he and Maggie made a good pair. They looked and acted—at least in public—their parts of a happily married royal couple who had plenty of money and time to spend it.

Louis waited near reception beside a couple who appeared to be in their late twenties or early thirties. “Ah, nice to see you. Princess Magdala of Bayergrovenia and Duke of Montpelier, meet Mr. and Mrs. George McMillan.”

They exchanged greetings.

Mrs. McMillan addressed Maggie, “Please call me Ava, Your Highness.”

Mr. McMillan extended his hand to Cloud. “And, I’m George, Your Grace. We didn’t get to meet you last evening. My wife was so exhausted when we arrived, we stayed in and had room service deliver dinner before calling it an early night.”

Cloud nodded. “I can definitely understand that. We were quite tired, too. Dinner was superb and the service excellent.”

Louis inclined his head with a smile. “Thank you, Your Grace. We do pride ourselves on delicious food and good service.”

He gestured toward the entrance. “Finnegan has the carriage waiting at the front steps. He’ll point out significant sites on your drive. Enjoy your tour.”

Cloud nodded. “Her Highness and I look forward to learning more about your city, Louis.”

Louis stood beaming as if they were his children and had behaved properly. In a way they were at least his charges.

At the carriage, an oddly dressed man let down the step. “Ladies facing front and gents facing the ladies.” He wore a top hat, a green plaid coat, burgundy print shirt, and striped brown pants. He could have been mistaken for a circus employee if not for the carriage.

Once they were seated, Finnegan closed the vehicle’s door. He tugged on his lapels. “The river you’ll see is the San Antonio River and this is the headwaters.”

He climbed onto the driver’s seat and snapped the reins. “There you can see the Alamo Chapel, the first of San Antonio’s five missions, this one built in 1718. I’ll warn you that if you come out here after dark you’ll need to carry a lantern. Easy to fall into that mud hole there.”

He stopped the horse and gestured to the ruins. “For thirteen days in 1836 less than two hundred Texians held off several thousand Mexican soldiers led by General Santa Anna. After the defeat, the battle cry of ‘Remember the Alamo’ was yelled with every battle, including during the Mexico-American War of 1846.”

Cloud had heard of the Alamo and was disappointed by the crumbling walls. He didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t a ruin. A dingy dog raised a leg to relieve himself on the building’s side.

Cloud said, “Even though the structure isn’t astounding, the dog’s action seems disrespectful.”

Maggie smiled at him. “He is one of God’s creatures, too.”

Finnegan pointed with his whip. “Might not look like much now but it was a big place back then. Took up a lot of what’s now downtown. Except for the chapel, the Army uses what’s left for storage.” He snapped the reins and set the horse in motion.

As they rode, Finnegan pointed out homes of those he considered famous people. He turned off to drive by a small chapel. This here’s Concepión Mission, built in 1755. I’m told it’s the oldest un-restored stone church in the United States. Don’t know who has time to figure out things like that.”

Cloud turned to George. “What business are you in, if you don’t mind me asking?”

George pulled out a business card. “I’m here buying up old Spanish land grants as a speculative venture. Does that interest you?”

Cloud pretended to consider. “Not at this time, but I’ll save your card.”

Maggie leaned forward. “If you’re truly seeking investors, I know someone who might be interested.”

George handed a card to her. “Certainly.”

“Frank Harper is the man who handles American investments for the Bayergrovenian royal family. So far he’s participated in railroads, silver and gold mines, shipping, and the telegraph. He’s searching for additional western resources.”

She took a small tablet and a pencil from her purse. After she’d written on a page she tore it out and handed it to George. “Here’s his name and address. If you think you might be interested, I’ll contact him and let him know he’ll hear from you.”

George offered a beaming smile as he slid the information into his jacket pocket. “Thank you, Your Highness. I’ll send off a wire this evening. If the royal family trusts him, that’s a good recommendation.”

Cloud watched the exchange with interest. So, this was why Maggie was in America. Her father was handling investments. That didn’t explain why she wanted to become a Pinkerton agent. Still, he was glad to have another piece of the Maggie puzzle.

The couples chatted as the ride continued. When they carriage turned left, Cloud turned on his seat and saw another chapel ahead. Finnegan bypassed the front and drove to the side where he stopped the carriage under an elaborate window.

“We’re at the San Jose Mission, known as the Queen of the Missions. Place once housed three hundred Indians who farmed.”

He gestured to an ornately carved window. “This here is the famous Rose Window. Story I was told was that a fellow from Spain named Pedro Huizar carved it to honor his love, Rosa. She was on her way to join him when the ship went down and she drowned. This is his memorial to her.”

Ava held a hand at her throat. “That is sad but romantic. George, would you do something like that if you lost me?”

Her husband leaned forward to pat her knee. “Without you, my love, I’d be too desolate to even remember my name.” He leaned back against the seat.

Ava smiled at him. “What a sweet thing to say.”

Cloud nudged him. “Clever answer. That question could have landed you in quicksand.”

George chuckled. “We’ve been married eight years. First few years I sank up to my neck several times. Hopefully, I can avoid the bogs now.”

After a stop at San Juan Mission and Espada Mission and aquaduct, Finnegan declared, “That’s the five missions and our large estates. Now we’ll go where there’s shopping and food.”

Soon they arrived at a large market area. Vendors lined both sides of the street. People wandered back and forth, seemingly heedless of vehicles and animals.

Some of the people selling goods had set up tables with awnings overhead. Others used a wagon bed as their booth. Many had only a table. The variety of vendors and merchandise offered was amazing—from vegetables to furniture. He’d thought there were a lot of people selling wares in Santa Fe, but there were many more here spread over a much larger space.

Finnegan parked at one side and let down the step. “I’ll wait if you folks want to wander through the market. This end has the best buys. Hold on to your pocketbooks. San Antonio is a real nice place but there’re always a few varmints in a crowd.”

The men debarked and helped the women alight. Smoke from grills and braziers drifted toward them. Voices surrounded them from children playing, merchants hawking wares, and people calling to friends.

Ava scanned the array of booths. “I’m hungry. Do you think it’s safe to eat here?”

Maggie sniffed. “Mmm, I smell something delicious. I intend to find out what it is.”

Cloud groaned to pretend he was upset. “Oh, no, we’re in for a tour of the food vendors. Her Highness has learned she loves Mexican food.”

Ava wore a skeptical expression. “Then I suppose if Your Highness is willing, I’ll try some of the food here, too.”

Cloud didn’t like the attention their arrival had created. He was foolish to have let Maggie wear her fur and jewelry. He whispered, “Stick close. We’re garnering a lot of spectators.”

Maggie looked at him and smiled, her green eyes twinkling. “I intend to—if you can keep up with me.”

Cloud escorted Maggie wherever she wanted to go. He was too busy keeping guard to look at the merchandise offered. They ambled by several food sellers before Maggie decided which one to patronize.

“Let’s try the one with the red and white striped awning. That had empanadas and tamales and a little counter we can use while we eat our food.”

Cloud caught George and Ava’s attention. “My treat. Get whatever you want to eat.”

George darted to another vendor and secured four beers. “You’ll need this to wash down that spicy food.”

Maggie nudged Cloud. “Don’t look up right now. When you can, casually look ahead and to the left beside that green awning. Johan and Dominic are arguing with someone. The other man’s in the shade but he resembles someone familiar.”

As if he were merely scanning their surroundings, Cloud spotted the brothers in a heated discussion. “Looks like the Kennedy fellow from last night.”

George leaned across. “State secrets or can anyone listen?”

Cloud kicked himself for not being more clandestine. “My wife noticed the Rambler brothers from the hotel in a heated argument. Seems an odd place to air one’s differences.”

“Neither of them looks familiar to me but you’re aware we only just arrived.”

“The third fellow is also a guest at the hotel, a man named Kennedy. Didn’t like him. Can you believe the fellow asked me how much Princess Magdala’s jewels were worth?”

George’s mouth gaped open. “What a nerve and so rude. I hope you asked him how much his tie pin or cufflinks were worth.”

Cloud laughed. “Wish I’d thought of it. Wouldn’t that have made his eyes bulge out?”

Ava’s bottom lip rolled out in a pout. “I never get to hear anything.”

Maggie pulled Ava to stand between her and George. “Now you can hear everything.”

Ava grinned and scooted her food in front of her. “Thank you. The men are supposed to be protecting us anyway.”

Each of them munched on the food.

Ava widened her eyes. “This is really good. I’m so glad we tried them.”

Maggie picked up her second empanada. “I’m addicted. I’m sure there are other dishes I’d enjoy. I’ll have to experiment later.”

Someone bumped into George and he turned in a flash and grabbed the man’s arm. “Don’t think you can get away with that.”

The culprit dropped a wallet—obviously belonging to George. “Ow, you’re hurtin’ me arm.”

A second man behind George crept toward him as if ready to rescue the pickpocket.

Cloud grabbed the man and twisted his arm behind his back as George had done with the first culprit. “You two must work together. I’m sure the sheriff will be happy to welcome both of you to his fine hotel.”

The man twisted in Cloud’s grasp. “Now there’s no call to be involvin’ the sheriff. We can work somethin’ out. We can make it worth your while to forget this incident, mate.”

Cloud shook his head. “I’m not your mate and my friend and I have long memories.”

Finnegan must have been monitoring their progress because he rushed up. “Scalawags. I’ll summon the law.”

Soon their driver returned with two stern-looking men who wore badges.

The sheriff took out his handcuffs. “If it isn’t Slippery Crowley and Hook Nose Vail. I ran you two out of town last month. Yet, here you are, stupid enough to return.”

The first crook complained, “We wasn’t doing nothin’ wrong. We was just getting somethin’ to eat. No law against that.”

Cloud stabbed a forefinger at the cheat. “There is when you steal someone’s wallet to pay for your food.”

The sheriff, who introduced himself as Jim Evans, took their names. His eyes widened when Cloud gave his fake name. He hated to lie to another lawman, but had to or lose his elaborate cover.

Sheriff Evans looked from George to Cloud. “Thank you for your help. Sure hate these two interrupted your lunch. I won’t need you to testify since these two have a long record for this sort of thing. If necessary, I’ll call on Finnegan.”

The sheriff and his deputy hustled the two miscreants toward the jail.

George took out his handkerchief and mopped his brow. “Thanks for your help, Your Grace. I hadn’t noticed that second man.”

“He was behind you where you couldn’t have seen him.” Cloud turned to Finnegan. “Good thing you warned us and that you were watching.”

Finnegan puffed out his chest. “I know my duty. Mr. Menger told me to take good care of you folks and I intend to long as you’re in my care. You folks go on with your sightseeing unless you’re ready to go back to the hotel.”

Cloud met Maggie’s gaze in question.

She turned to Ava. “You want to shop a little more?”

Ava nodded. “Yes, I want to get this incident out of my mind.”

Maggie smiled at her. “That’s a good idea. I’d like something as a souvenir, something useful and not just something to take up room.”

The two couples finished their food and strolled among the vendors.

Chapter Eight

Maggie sent a telegram to her father about George McMillan’s investment opportunity. Until then she hadn’t considered that George might mention her husband. Papá would not react well to that piece of news and Mamá would be furious. Yet, she couldn’t ask George not to mention her husband without ruining their masquerade.

Back in their suite, Geneva and Alec were waiting. Maggie wondered how the two occupied their time when she and Cloud were not present. Geneva must spend a lot of time pressing wrinkles from Maggie’s gowns.

“I see you have my blue dress pressed for this evening. Thank you.”

Geneva curtsied. “It’s a beautiful dress, Your Highness.”

Cloud cleared his throat. “Her Highness and I wish to rest in our room until time to dress for dinner. You two may as well take the afternoon off.”

He watched until the two exited to the rooms. Quietly, he said, “We need to work on those registers but no one else needs to know about it.”

Maggie held up a black shawl she’d purchased at the market. “I love this. I’ll put it away while you get the registers.”

Cloud stacked the two books on the small desk near the windows. He scooted a second chair so they would both have access to the registers. Then, he checked the sheet of paper. “The first theft was three months ago. That would be in this guest volume.”

Maggie sat and leaned toward him to read the list. “I’ll look for the date of the second robbery.” She took the other ledger.

Cloud picked up a pencil. “Found it. Have you located your date?”

Maggie held her hand on the open book. “I have. I’ll read you names and you see if they’re the same as in your list. I think I should start with the day before, don’t you?”

He grimaced. “At least. I wish we had a way of knowing how long each person stayed. They would have to be a guest at the time of the robbery to be able to sneak from room to room.”

She read each name and he searched for it in his register. When they’d completed their first list, three names appeared on both dates.

Maggie turned pages to get to the third date. “This is how I thought we’d work—as a team.”

Cloud shifted on the chair. “Who’s the first person?”

With a sigh, she read the next date’s names.”

There was no doubt he still resented her being assigned as his partner. He would have to deal with the way things were. Certainly she intended to work as a Pinkerton detective. At least he’d stopped acting like a spoiled child.

When they’d finished, they had added only one more name to the three they’d first discovered.

She stretched her arms over her head, a most unladylike gesture that would have cost her a long lecture if her parents had seen the action. “Do you have an opinion?”

“Seems pretty clear to me. I’d say the Rambler brothers are involved somehow. Don’t know why they didn’t lose anything last time unless it was to deflect suspicion.”

“That sounds likely. Both of them appeared genuinely devastated when we dined with them, but that could be a clever cover.”

Cloud closed the register he held. “Without proof, we can’t say anything.”

“I wonder if they’ve had the same thing happen other places the two have stayed?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Worth finding out. If I keep Johan talking, can you pump Dominic? He seems quite charmed by you so he might not be as careful with what he divulges.”

She grinned. “He does appear the more… um, easily distracted, doesn’t he? I’ll see what I can learn.” She sobered and concern etched her gorgeous features.

“You look as if there’s something you want to say but haven’t. What is it?”

“When I was talking to Dominic yesterday, he made a mistake. I admit I was fishing for clues and asked him what language his family spoke at home. He said Dutch.”

Cloud held out his hands and moved as if he were pulling a rope.

“Very funny, Your Graceless. The thing is, if he was born in Antwerp as he says, he would have spoken French. The Dutch language wasn’t taught in schools or spoken until a few years ago. That was due to politics, which I hate. Anyway, I thought that was odd.”

“Good catch, Maggie. You think he isn’t from Antwerp or what?”

“I don’t know, Cloud. He acted uncomfortable answering my questions. I suspect he’s weaving a web of lies. So are we, but we have good motives. Why would he lie about such a simple thing unless he didn’t know the correct answer?”

“Perhaps it isn’t so simple and his reason is covering something else. That’s the sort of slip that tears down a scheme. Glad you mentioned it. Could be important.”

She let his acknowledgment have too much weight. “And, maybe it’s nothing but I feel better for having told you.” She checked her lapel watch. “Time to dress for dinner.”

Cloud muttered under his breath. “Changing clothes several times a day is crazy.”

“I don’t know why you complain when men don’t have to change as much as women. We have a morning dress, day wear, dinner wear, plus specific clothes for every activity. Wear this to market, that to visit a friend, the other to go for tea. I have no idea who conceived this ridiculous way to live.”

“Whoa, guess I hit a nerve. I thought you probably liked all the fancy clothes you’ve worn on this trip.”

She hadn’t meant to snap at him but he mentioned her pet peeve. “You thought wrong. I do like pretty clothes, but I detest having to change them every few hours.”

Geneva rapped at the door. “Your Highness, it’s time to dress for dinner.”

Cloud slid the registers and their notes into the case. “Come in, Geneva.”

Magdala rose to greet the maid. The green faille dress she’d worn for the carriage ride was one she especially liked but it wouldn’t do for dinner. Not if they wanted to maintain their roles.

From the armoire, Geneva brought the blue silk dress trimmed in navy velvet. The low neck was perfect to display more jewelry. Maggie stepped behind the screen and changed clothes, draping the green over the screen for Geneva to deal with.

Maggie’s jewel case was hidden in her steamer trunk. She retrieved it long enough to select her diamond and sapphire necklace and earrings. The tiara she’d chosen was all diamonds but was not flat enough to be stored with the other jewels. It and two others were kept in a box inside the armoire.

When she was ready to go to the dining room, she stood in front of Cloud. “Will this do for tonight?”

He gave a slight bow. “As usual, you look perfect, just as a princess should. Are you going to wear the fur cape?”

“I believe I will even though I shouldn’t need it in the dining room. I believe the fur is part of the image, don’t you?”

Once in the dining room they were seated a table not far away from the Rambler brothers. Johan stood and bowed. “May we join you again, Your Grace?”

Cloud smiled and gestured to the empty chairs. “Please, take a seat.”

When both brothers were seated, Johan asked, “Have you had a pleasant day?”

Cloud tilted his head in a slight nod. “Yes, and turned out to be quite interesting.”

Johan leaned forward. “How is that?”

“I’ll explain in a moment.” Cloud waved over the McMillans. “Perhaps we can move another table against this one to make plenty of room.” He signaled a waiter and made his request.

Two waiters quickly complied by scooting another table up to theirs. Cloud made the introductions. The McMillans sat down with George at Cloud’s right side and Ava beside Maggie, who sat opposite Cloud. Dominic was on Maggie’s right and Johan beside his brother.

Maggie was pleased as this gave Cloud access to conversation with George and Johan, and left her able to speak to Dominic as well as Ava.

After they’d placed their orders, Cloud explained their day to the brothers. He sketched a bow to George. “Here you have the day’s hero who caught the pickpocket who’d lifted his wallet.”

George gestured to Cloud. “And here’s the hero who saved my neck by stopping the pickpocket’s partner from conking me on the head or worse.”

Johan appeared amazed. “Where are the criminals?”

Cloud glanced at George. “In jail, where they belong. Apparently they’d been run out of town only a month ago.”

Johan shook his head. “They should have listened.”

Their food was delivered and the conversation drifted.

Maggie addressed Dominic. “His Grace and I have considered going from here to Austin and then to Galveston. We thought you and Johan might have advice on where we should stay in each place.”

A wide smile graced Dominic’s face. “We’ve learned where to and not to stay in both cities. In Austin, you’ll want to stay at the Excelsior. In Galveston, so much was wiped out by hurricanes. You’ll enjoy the Lafitte because it’s been built recently and is very modern and luxurious.”

Maggie clasped her hands at her waist. “Thank you so much, Dominic. Having your personal recommendation will help us.” She turned to Ava. “Where are you and George going next?”

Ava sighed. “He hasn’t decided for certain but might want to go to Nagodoches. Since it’s a very old town he thinks he may find more grants. After that, he hasn’t decided.”

Dominic asked, “Wouldn’t he go to the state capitol in Austin?”

Ava gestured dismissively. “No, according to the Treaty of Guadalupe-Hidalgo, the state officially recognized the grants made by Spain and Mexico but the district courts are tasked with handling the grants.”

Dominic laid a hand on his cheek. “I had no idea they would be valid still. So, this is what your husband does then, he buys these grants?”

Ava nodded. “Among other things. Right now he’s concentrating on the old grants. I’m not part of the business but enjoy travel—especially when we are in lovely places like the Menger.”

Happy she’d acquired the information she wanted, Maggie wanted to ask Dominic about the argument he and Johan had in the market earlier in the day. She decided not to alert him that he’d been seen in confrontation.

Across the room, she spotted the third person from yesterday’s altercation. “Isn’t that Mr. Kennedy? Did you see him snap his fingers to attract a waiter? Apparently his food isn’t prepared to his standards. I thought ours was delicious.”

Dominic followed her gaze and frowned. “Not a pleasant person, Your Highness. He’s one to stay clear of if possible.”

She harrumphed. “Last evening he asked His Grace how much my jewels were worth. Can you imagine anything so rude in a place like the Menger?”

Dominic’s features hardened. “I’m not surprised at anything that man does. My brother and I try to steer clear of him. He travels to some of the same places we do, you see, so crossing paths is impossible to avoid.”

“His Grace and I will avoid him if at all possible. We prefer congenial people like our present company.”

Ava looked toward Louis. “Pity you can’t visit more with the Mengers.”

“I know but we knew he and Mary would be busy before we came. We’ve enjoyed the time we’ve spent in San Antonio even though we haven’t been able to spend much time with them.”

Before anyone could ask how they came to know their hosts, she changed the subject. “Dominic, have you heard from your insurance company yet?”

“No, and we’re worried. I don’t know how much longer we can afford to wait around.”

“Where had you planned to go from here?”

“To Austin, but we’ll probably have to go to Galveston. That is, if our family can afford to send us another shipment. We’re waiting for word from them, too.”

He rubbed his temple. “All this waiting around is hard on our nerves. I’ve had a terrible headache all day.”

Maggie pretended sympathy. “I’m so sorry for your problems, Dominic.”

He gave a weary smile. “You’re kind. Ah, here’s dessert. I see you’re having the mango ice cream again.”

Ava tasted her ice cream. “My, isn’t this refreshing and so unusual?”

Louis stopped by their table. “I hope you enjoyed your day. Finnegan made sure I knew His Grace and George were heroes in the market. I trust none of you is the worse for the experience?”

George looked at the hotelier. “Recovered my wallet with His Grace’s help. Finnegan had warned us to be on alert.”

With a chuckle, Louis glanced around the table. “Who knows where Finnegan acquires his unusual clothes but he knows his way around town.”

Cloud chuckled. “All in all, we had a lovely day. A little excitement is good for a person, especially if things turn out well.”

Chapter Nine

Maggie and Cloud decided to wire the hotels suggested by Dominic and ask if there had been robberies there. Cloud picked up the two sheets of paper on which he’d written telegrams.

He glanced at Geneva and Alec then leaned forward and whispered, “I’ll post these and return immediately.”

Maggie held his arm. “Shouldn’t I go with you? We could stroll along after breakfast as if we were indulging in shopping.”

He shocked her by giving in to her. “You’re right. Dukes don’t dash off without excuse, do they?”

She smiled. “They might, but more likely would be sending a servant on the errand. In this case, we need to spend some time with Mary and Louis. Why don’t we eat breakfast then go for our stroll, and try to see the Mengers either before or after we return?”

Speaking normally, Cloud surprised her again. “When we go down to eat, I’ll check with Louis to see what time we can visit with him and Mary.”

He escorted her out of their suite and down the hall and stairway. She was certain there was a spring in his step. Seeing him smile when he didn’t have to was welcome.

Usually Cloud was like a bear coming out of hibernation when he woke. He must be in a great mood today. Perhaps the action in the market elevated his frame of mind. He was a Pinkerton agent, after all. She supposed he craved adventure.

So did she, which was why she’d signed with the firm. So far, nothing was as she’d expected. For one thing, she hadn’t expected to acquire a husband. After learning about the marriage requirement and partnering, she had anticipated a real partnership.

Perhaps Cloud was finally accepting her as a worthy colleague.

He flexed his shoulders. “Two nights in a real bed and no jarring stage has restored my energy. I feel a hundred percent better today, don’t you?”

She sighed. So much for her opinion of the reason for his good humor. “Yes, ours is a comfortable mattress. A welcome change from sitting in a stage coach all night.”

In the dining room, breakfast service was underway. Cloud guided her to the table at which the McMillans were seated.

“May we join you?”

George stood. “Please do.” He took his seat once they were sitting. “Your Highness, your contact has already responded to my inquiry. He’s definitely interested and we’re working out the details. I appreciate your sending me to him.”

Maggie smiled at him. “I’m pleased I could be of help.”

“Oh, and he’s not just an investor. He wants to become a partner. He’s coming to meet with me. He’s coming to Galveston on his yacht and then making his way by rail to San Antonio. Ava and I are waiting here.”

Maggie fought to keep her expression from revealing the dread enveloping her. “How long did he estimate that would take?”

“He said seven to eight days, depending on the weather. He planned to leave early this morning. Sure appreciate your help, Your Highness. I’m looking forward to meeting him.”

All thought deserted her. She managed to stammer, “How interesting.”

Reeling from the thoughts of her father confronting her about her marriage, Maggie composed her features. A lifetime of training allowed her to hide her feelings in public. At least, she hoped it did. She breathed slowly, hoping to calm her pounding heart. She and Cloud would have completed their case by the time Papá arrived.

Beside her, Cloud laid his serviette on the table. “Please excuse me just a moment while I consult Louis.” He stood and walked toward the hotelier.

George briefed her on the wires he’d exchanged with her father. She hoped she nodded at the correct time. What had she been thinking when she gave Papá’s name to George?

After a brief consultation, Cloud returned. “I had to confirm plans with Louis. We’d planned to get together with he and Mary later and I wanted to be certain his plans hadn’t changed.”

Maggie calmed enough to remember she was a Pinkerton agent and had to carry out her assignment. She’d deal with her father when necessary. Right now she was half of a team to catch those robbing Menger guests.

To ward off questions about their friendship with the Mengers, Maggie turned to Ava. “What are your plans for today?”

“We’re taking things easy today. I’m still pretty tired from our trip. I hate riding in a stagecoach.”

Maggie leaned toward Ava and patted her hand. “I agree. If I close my eyes, I have the sensation of still bouncing. At least the Menger has nice rooms and good service.”

Ava shuddered. “You wouldn’t believe one of the stops we had. Or, maybe you would. I refused to lie on the bed. I could actually see insects crawling on the covers.”

Appalled, Maggie rubbed her arms. “I’m grateful we didn’t have anything that bad. Our stage drove through the night. Food was a problem, though. When we started, we had a basket of sandwiches and jars of lemonade. Anytime we found decent food as we did in Santa Fe, we’d stock our basket.”

Ava clasped her hands to her chest. “What a grand idea. I’ll find a basket while we’re here and we can do the same thing.”

“Having decent food helped us bear our trip.” No matter how she fought for control, Maggie’s mind reeled with news of her father’s impending arrival. She searched for something to keep the conversation going but only stared at Cloud.

Cloud must have recognized her panic because glanced at her and took over the conversation. “At one place, we didn’t even go inside because the odor was so bad. Rancid food, unwashed bodies, and thick smoke. I have a strong stomach but I’m sure I would have embarrassed myself by throwing up if we’d gone inside.”

Cloud watched her as he kept the conversation flowing. He made an impressive duke. That set her pulse racing again. Papá would not be amused with her marriage, even though it hadn’t been consummated and an annulment was intended. Whatever else Papá thought, he couldn’t help being impressed by Cloud.

Before she’d left home, her father had told her to be careful and not do anything to bring dishonor to the family. Maggie doubted he’d consider a paper marriage honorable. Actually, Cloud had been a gentleman about their time together. His ornery comments about their marriage and women agents aside, he had been protective of her.

Their meal finished, Cloud stood and came to help her with her chair. “If you’ll excuse us, we’re supposed to meet with Mary and Louis Menger while they have a short break.”

In the office, they found Mary seated with her feet propped on an upended rubbish bin. Louis sat at his desk.

He rose and stretched a hand toward two chairs. “Please join us. Mama is working herself too much. I’ve tried to get her to turn over all food preparation to others but so far I’ve not been very successful.”

Mary sent her son The Look annoyed mothers reserved for their offspring, even grown ones. “I worked hard to make the food here the best in town. I don’t want that reputation damaged.”

Maggie looked at Mary, noting her swollen ankles revealed by her propped up feet. “The Menger food is excellent. I’m sure if you designated a trustworthy supervisor, you could distance yourself. They’d still use your recipes and serve in your style, but you would be a… consultant.”

Louis bowed to her. “Thank you, Your Highness. Exactly what I’ve been telling Mama. At least she doesn’t try to do everything but she is working and on her feet far too much.” He returned to his chair.

Maggie reached out and patted Mary’s hand. “The measure of success is when you can delegate your job to someone else. Then, allow your successor to succeed.”

Mary looked at her hands. “I know I’m not as young as I used to be. I can tell the job is taking a toll on me.”

She gave a huge sigh. “I’ll tell Hallie Vinton she’ll be in charge now but accountable to me.” She looked at her son. “There, Louis, are you happy?”

His wide smile answered. “Very happy, Mama. I know you’ll feel better. You deserve to relax now. If you want to work in the hotel, you can help me greet people in the dining room occasionally.”

He turned to Cloud. “What have you to report, Your Grace?”

“We’re sure we’ve determined the culprits but don’t have proof we need to involve the sheriff. I’m going to telegraph a couple of other hotels to see if they’ve had similar robberies when the people we suspect were staying there.”

“Who are the suspects?”

“The main two are Johan and Dominic Rambler. They may have an accomplice, but we’re not certain. If they do, my guess is he’s Mr. Kennedy.”

Louis laid his hands on the desk. “I’m shocked. They’ve been so aggrieved by their losses. I’m having trouble processing this. Not Kennedy, for I dislike the man and would never trust him. But, the Ramblers are such likable men and have been coming here for years. If they’re guilty, they’ve completely fooled me.”

Maggie met Louis’ gaze. “We’re pretty sure they’re your burglars. I’m sorry, too, because they’re interesting and likable people.”

Cloud leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. “When we receive the replies to our wires, we’ll have a better idea. In the meantime, we must keep up our guise as wealthy royalty traveling at a whim.”

Louis chuckled. “You project that image so well it’s hard for me to remember it’s only your masquerade for this case.”

Cloud nodded. “That’s as it should be and a relief to hear.” He turned to Mary. “Mary, I’m glad you’re going to take things easier now. No point having the best hotel in town unless you can enjoy life.”

She took her feet off the rubbish bin and set the wastebasket to rights. “I have my orders now. I’ll let Hallie know as soon as we’re through here before I lose my gumption.”

Cloud smiled at Mary as he stood. “We had better get on our way and send these wires. We’ll let you know as soon as we have answers. I expect that will take at least a day.”

Maggie rose also and hugged Mary’s shoulders. “I admire you a great deal, Mary, for all you’ve accomplished. Your food is famous but now you can relax and let others keep the reputation going.”

Cloud escorted Maggie from the hotel and they strolled toward the telegraph office, pausing to look at anything noteworthy.

She inhaled deeply. “Having mild weather at this time of year is new for me. I imagine there is a lot of snow now in Denver, don’t you?”

“Probably, but I’m more interested in the fact you were awfully upset when George mentioned the name you gave him was coming here. Is this person your father?”

She confessed, “Yes, and he doesn’t know I’m married now—or he didn’t until George’s wire mentioned that I gave him the information while he and his wife were out with me and my husband.”

Cloud whistled through his teeth. “Ah, then he must be upset. I would be if you were my daughter. He knows you’re training to become a Pinkerton agent, right?”

“He wasn’t comfortable with the idea, but he supported me. Mamá is a lady in the strictest sense and was horrified. She couldn’t understand why I would even consider applying instead of attending parties and looking for a suitable husband. At lease Papá recognized that I needed to experience time on my own.”

“Is your mother traveling with him?”

Maggie almost lost her balance and tightened her grip on Cloud’s arm. “Perish the thought!”

Chapter Ten

Cloud handed over the messages he wanted sent. “I’ll check back tomorrow to see if we have answers.”

The telegrapher gave him a measuring look before nodding. “I’ll send these immediately.”

Cloud paid and then escorted Maggie toward the hotel. “We can’t just languish in the hotel while we attempt to catch the crooks.”

“I’ve wondered what we’ll do if they strike again? We can’t let that happen but I’m puzzled as to how to stop them.”

Cloud rubbed his neck with his free hand. “That’s worried me, too. We’ll have to keep up with the Ramblers and Kennedy’s whereabouts.”

“They admired my jewelry. I thought certain it might tempt them.”

He glanced at her. “I’m sure it has. Right now I’ll bet they’re scheming on relieving you of every gem. We have to prevent that from happening.”

He’d revised his opinion that she looked snooty. Her regal bearing created the illusion of her being above everyone else. Now he knew that was not how she thought.

Her delicate features were perfect. Although she always appeared calm and in control, he’d come to recognize vulnerability in her green eyes. Gave him a sense of… not intimacy, surely… but of closeness. She had become his partner in reality.

“We need to catch them in the act.” Her comment broke into his woolgathering.

“You’ve laid the bait, Maggie. All we can do is continue investigating. Those wires will either cinch our opinion or leave us wondering.”

He patted her hand where it rested on his arm. “Let’s look inside the Alamo ruins, shall we?”

They ambled along as if they had no purpose in life other than enjoying themselves. He was amazed to realize there were people who lived in the manner they projected. Did they get bored? What would it be like to be able to go where you wanted when the mood struck you?

Most royalty had responsibilities but there were countless wealthy people who’d inherited a fortune and dedicated their time to spending money. He wondered if he could get used to that life. No, he needed a purpose. Being a Pinkerton fulfilled his dreams.

As if reading his mind, Maggie asked, “How long have you wanted to be a Pinkerton agent?”

“Since I learned they existed. I actually met Pinkerton when I was a soldier. When I learned he’d formed his agency after the war, I applied.”

“When you were a boy, what did you want to become?”

He chuckled. “Grown, so I could do something that provided enough to eat. My folks were poor and struggled to feed their family of three boys and two girls. I had no idea what, but I vowed I would not have a wife and children until I could be certain I could provide whatever they needed.”

“What kind of work did your father do?”

“You mean his job… he worked in a factory at the edge of Chicago. My brothers went to work there as soon as they were old enough. Guess I would have too but the war came along and I enlisted.”

She’d gasped and laid her hand at her throat when he mentioned Chicago. “Was your family hurt in that awful Chicago fire?”

“Indirectly. The factory and their house burned to the ground. My folks escaped but had no place to live. They had a few hours to gather essential things before they left, which is more than many had. Right now, they’re staying with my grandparents in St. Louis, that’s in Missouri.”

She squeezed his arm where her hand rested. Her eyes held unshed tears. “At least they had somewhere to go. I’m so sorry, though. You must worry about them.”

The depth of her concern surprised him. “Yeah, I’ve sent money but haven’t been able to visit them. My parents assure me they’re all right, but they’d say that no matter how bad off they were.”

“Perhaps after this case is concluded you can take some time off for a trip to St. Louis. That would put your mind at ease.”

“Or not, depending on what I found. You’re right, though, that’s what I should do.”

He guided her across the wide plaza. “Here we are at the Alamo mission.”

“It’s funny, as if he were a bonafide, loyal Texan, Dominic told me the story of the battle. He enlarged on what Finnegan said.” She squeezed his arm again. “Oh, Cloud, I had hoped the Ramblers weren’t involved even as I suspected them from the first.”

“You didn’t mention your suspicions.”

“Without any basis how could I? Anyway, I found the discussion of the battle very sad. Were you aware that the men who fought in this battle knew they would die here? They could have left, but they stood their ground.”

They entered what had been the chapel. “That’s what you do when you believe in a cause.”

She scanned the interior. “And, that’s what you did in the recent war?”

“That was different. I knew there was a chance I’d make it through the war. The men who died here knew there was no possibility of leaving alive. There were a couple of women and children here as well. After the battle, Santa Anna allowed them to leave. They were escorted out without being able to retrieve their dead.”

“How horrible it must have been for the women to walk past their husbands and not be able to take the bodies for burial. And to have watched them die must have been an experience that haunted them the rest of their lives. Do you know what happened to them?”

“I only know the name of one, Susanna Dickinson. She gave birth to a baby here. I don’t know what happened to her or the child though. I’m sure a historian could tell you.”

Maggie sighed and sort of leaned into him. “The atmosphere is one of a holy place, isn’t it? I can tell this was a chapel, but it’s hardly one now. Leaving it like this seems irreverent.”

“Not sure but I think once it’s been consecrated it remains so.” He gestured ahead. “You can see where the priest stood.”

She scanned the remains. “It’s smaller than I imagined when Finnegan told us how many men died here.”

“Not many, if any, would have been in here. Remember Finnegan said the plaza was inside what used to be the mission plaza walls. There were storage rooms and places for the Indian families to live. High walls surrounded the mission.”

He rested his hand at her back waist. “Have you looked your fill? If so, can we get more of the tamales on the plaza?”

“Yes, let’s find the place where we ate last time. Thinking about the food makes me hungry.”

“I remember Finnegan telling us the best vendors were at that end.” He guided her through the crowd.

Two youths pushed by them, overturning the cart of an elderly woman who had fallen with her cart.

Cloud shouted, “Hey, watch out.” He and another man righted the cart. The owner was sobbing.

Maggie bent to help the woman gather her wares. She spoke in Spanish, “Let me help you, Señora.”

The woman wiped her eyes on her sleeve. “Those boys were so careless. This is how I earn my living and they tossed me aside as if I were rubbish.” She bent to gather more of her stock from the ground.

He and Maggie both helped her gather her articles for sale, most of which were jewelry.

When everything was replaced, Maggie purchased the most expensive necklace, earrings, and bracelet made of silver with turquoise decoration. “This is lovely. Do you know the craftsman who designed the set?”

The woman offered a tremulous smile. “Sí, my son makes the jewelry. He learned from my husband before he passed.”

“Your son is very talented, isn’t he? And who makes the shawls?”

“My son’s wife. She also helps me here when she can. Right now, she has a baby who is too young to bring here.”

Maggie tilted her head as she studied the shawls. “I’d like the turquoise shawl, too. Don’t you think these will look nice together?”

Now the woman’s smile was wide. “This is what we intended. And they will look good with your beautiful hair.”

“Thank you. I hope you have no more upsets today.”

“Wait, you make a beautiful couple. I will give you a blessing for your kindness.” She hurried to stand without the cart between them.

Cloud froze. He had an urge to flee but Maggie appeared calm and regal as ever.

The elderly woman laid a hand on Maggie’s cheek and her other on his. “Our Lady of Guadalupe, protect these two. May they honor all you created and pledge their hearts and lives together. Queen of Peace, give this two a marriage that is abundant and grows stronger through the seasons. May their union be warm and glowing with love and safe and calm as in our Father’s arms. Mother of God, soothe their relationship that it may never thirst for love. We ask for harmony and true happiness. Amen”

When she’d finished she stepped back and folded her hands in front of her. Around them a crowd had gathered. Many joined in the “Amen”.

He was speechless. What could he say to the woman who had just blessed a fake marriage? He felt a phony, a scandalous fraud, for deceiving her.

Whatever she felt, Maggie leaned over and kissed the elderly woman’s cheek. “What a kind thing to do. Bless you and I will remember you in my prayers. Please tell me your name.”

“Nora Diaz. And yours, Señora?”

“Magdala but many call me Maggie.”

What compelled him, he couldn’t say but Cloud bowed. “This is Princess Magdala of Bayergrovenia. I am her husband, the Duke of Montpelier.”

Gasps came from those crowded around them.

Nora put a hand on each side of her face. “Ayii, a princess and a duke. My son and his wife will be impressed that you have purchased their creations. I am honored to meet you.”

He bowed again. “You will excuse us, Señora. We are headed further down the plaza.”

Maggie gave a small wave as he escorted her away.

He hurried her. “That was the darndest thing. Did it make you feel as weird as it did me?”

“In a way, but I thought it was especially sweet of her. She didn’t know we’re counterfeits. Slow down, Your Grace. We aren’t in a race.”

“Sorry, guess I was rushing to escape before she discovered we’re a sham.”

“Not really, we are legally married, just not the way we appear.”

“Even though you pull off being a princess perfectly, I’m sure not a duke.”

She glanced at him with a mysterious smile on her face. “Could have fooled me.”

They headed for the stall at which they had eaten with the McMillans. When they reached the stand, they found Ava and George there.

Laughing, George held up his partially eaten tamale. “You started something. Ava and I couldn’t resist returning. This time, without a pickpocket, I hope.”

Cloud bowed. “Always happy to share our addictions. Her Highness is quite fond of this food.”

Ava wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. “I am now. I don’t know the names of everything we’ve eaten, but I’ve loved all of them.”

Cloud put his hand at Maggie’s waist. “If you’ll order for us, I’ll get the beers.”

When he returned, an amazing amount of food was waiting on newsprint. He nodded toward her share. “You plan to eat all of that?”

She picked up a tamale and sent him a saucy smile. “Do you doubt I can?”

He shook his head. “Not at all.” To George, he said, “I have no idea how she stays so thin. She eats like a farm hand.”

Ava gasped. “What an unkind thing to say about your elegant wife.”

“Wait, I wasn’t criticizing. I agree that she’s elegant and beautiful. I just don’t know how she manages to stay that way. She’s even elegant when she wakes in the morning.”

Ava gave him a cheeky grin. “That’s better. I was afraid I would have to take you to task. I don’t know what the precedent is for us commoners berating royalty.”

He laughed. “I doubt there is one. Feel free to berate at will.”

Chapter Eleven

By the next day, Maggie feared she was falling under Cloud’s spell. They ambled around the plaza with Ava and George.

At Nora Diaz’s cart, Maggie paused. “I love the shawl and jewelry I purchased here yesterday.”

Ava perused the woman’s wares. “I like this red shawl. Or, maybe I should get the black one so it goes with everything.” She spoke Spanish like a native and held up both items. “I’ll take both of them. Oh, isn’t this a lovely bracelet? I’d like it as well.”

The elderly woman showed her a pair of earrings. “These were made to go with the bracelet and necklace. And, here is a brooch that matches.”

Ava glanced at George.

He grimaced. “What’s a long-suffering husband to do? If you wish to have them, my dear, then you shall.” He pulled out his wallet.

Maggie and Ava laughed.

Maggie shook her finger at George. “Don’t think you’ve fooled us, George McMillan. You’re soft-hearted where Ava is concerned.”

He clutched his heart. “Ah, guilty as charged. I can’t resist the love of my life.”

The vendor beamed. “I enjoy seeing happy couples. My husband and I were happy and my son and his wife are. Many are not. Bless each of you.”

Maggie edged around the cart and hugged Señora Diaz. “We appreciated your blessing yesterday. I hope you have many sales today and in the future.”

They bid her goodbye and walked toward the hotel. At the hotel steps a wagon had parked and businessmen climbed down and went into the hotel.

Maggie turned to Cloud. “Isn’t that odd?”

He grinned at her, mischief dancing in his beautiful unusual eyes. “It has my curiosity piqued. I’ll learn what’s happening.”

He hurried to stop the driver and spoke for a minute. The driver flicked the reins and the wagon turned in a wide circle and headed for downtown.

Cloud was laughing when he reached them. “You won’t believe this. Mary Menger sends out a wagon along the streets of downtown to collect businessmen who want to have lunch at the Menger. The wagon delivers them back wherever they boarded. She gets twenty to thirty customers a day this way.”

George chuckled. “You have to hand it to her for her business savvy.”

Later in the day, Maggie and Cloud walked to the telegraph office. The telegrapher handed over two wires.

Cloud stepped aside and opened the first. “Bingo.” He passed her the message.

Yes to question. Stop. Twice in past year. Stop. Advise action. Stop Manager Excelsior Hotel. Stop.

She leaned over to read the one he held. “What about the other one?”

He handed it to her. “Same thing. We have the information we need.” He opened the door. “Well, Your Highness, shall we go back to the hotel?”

The telegrapher called, “Wait. Would you be Princess Magdala?”

Dread engulfed her. “I-I am.”

“Message came for you yesterday but I didn’t know where to send it. I asked for information from the sender but the man there said he’d already left town.” He handed her a telegram.

Her hand shook as she accepted the wire. She managed to open the message without dropping the paper.

What husband. Stop Mama and I will be there in eight days. Stop Stay at the Menger. Stop I repeat do not leave. Stop Papa. Stop

She had never fainted in her life but thought she might now. Grasping the wire in her hand, she leaned into Cloud for a moment. If only she could lie down and curl into a ball right now.

He grasped her arms and looked into her face. “Are you all right?”

She shook her head slowly. When George mentioned Papá was coming here, she knew she was in trouble. This was worse than she’d suspected.

Keeping one arm around her he took the paper from her hand. “Ah, explanations are going to be due. Don’t worry, you can easily clarify and justify our marriage.”

She had time to gather her strength during his comments. “Not easily, but I’ll manage. Please, let’s go to the hotel before I collapse.”

Forcing her legs and feet to function she hoped she could withstand the short distance to the Menger. Mamá must be livid. Perhaps she would have time to calm down on the trip here. Oh, what a stupid thought. Mamá doesn’t calm until she’s spoken her piece repeatedly.

Even Papá sounded terse in his short wire. Not because it was a telegram, as she’d known him to wire lengthy messages. No, he was angry that she had married without his knowledge or permission. She had a very unpleasant interview coming when her parents arrived.

Eight days? She and Cloud would be ready to return to Denver before then. She could hardly expect him to delay his return on her account. This could end her career as a Pinkerton agent while she was still a trainee.

Back in their suite, she took off her shoes and lay down on the bed.

Geneva fussed over her. “Your Highness, shall I help you get out of your dress to rest?”

“If you wish. I’ll stay in my unmentionables. All I need is a short rest before I dress for dinner.”

Murmurs reached her ears. She recognized the sound of Cloud’s baritone but she couldn’t distinguish words. Closing her eyes, she burrowed her face into her pillow. There was no escape.

She sensed movement of the mattress and turned.

Cloud stretched out beside her. He opened his arms to her.

After only a second’s thought, she moved toward him. His arms closed around her and she had the sensation of coming home. She sighed and nestled her head on his shoulder. If only she could remain here.

He caressed her arm. “Don’t worry, Maggie. This will work out. Once they’re here you’ll be able to make them understand. In the meantime, put it out of your mind.”

“How? When George told me Papá was coming, I knew I was in trouble. I’ve had a very strict upbringing. Escaping to Denver was not an easy battle.”

“Ah, but you prevailed and you will again. I have faith in you.”

She rose on her elbow to meet his gaze. “You do? I had the impression you’ve barely tolerated me.”

He pulled her head back to his shoulder. “At first I was mad—not at you but at being forced to marry. You were so regal I thought you’d need pampering and complain and be a hindrance on the case. You’ve proved me wrong.”

“That’s the image I’ve been trained to project—regal—no matter how I feel inside.”

“As I’ve come to know you, I realize I like you. You’re funny and interesting and smart.”

“No one except my father has ever said that about me. They only see the shell.”

He caressed her cheek. “Certainly there’s no doubt yours is a beautiful shell. You’re much more than that, though. I soon learned that.”

“Thank you, Cloud. That means a great deal to me.”

A rap at the door caused him to call, “Enter.”

Geneva peeked around the door. “I beg your pardon, Your Highness and Your Grace. Time to dress if you’re going downstairs for dinner.”

He beckoned to her. “Come in, we’ve had our rest and can now prepare for the evening.” He stood and went to his dressing room while Alec followed.

Geneva went to the armoire. “The gray faille is pressed and ready, Your Highness.”

Maggie sat on the dressing bench in front of the mirror. Geneva righted her hair and styled it in a becoming fashion.

“You’ve outdone yourself tonight, Geneva. Since there are silver threads in this dress’ lace trim I’ll wear the diamond tiara again.”

Geneva retrieved it and settled it on Maggie’s head. “This one is my favorite.”

“Thank you. I’m very fond of it, too. I’ll wear the matching necklace and earrings.”

When she completed her preparations for the evening, she joined Cloud in the suite’s parlor.

He bowed. “You look especially nice, Your Highness. I particularly like that dress.”  

As they entered the dining room, Louis signaled to them. “I’ve arranged a table for you with the McMillans and the Rambler brothers since you’ve dined with them before. I hope that’s all right.”

Cloud nodded. “Perfect.”

“Your chair gives you a good view of the room and other diners’ comings and goings.”

“Ah, even better.”

Cloud seated her at one end of the rectangle then took his place at the other end. Maggie was pleased to be between Ava and Dominic again.

Ava tapped her menu. “We were deciding on our dinner. What are you going to order?”

Dominic leaned back in his chair. “I’m having the venison tonight. The wild game served here is famous. And, with such tasty sauces.”

“I’ll have chicken.” She smiled at Dominic. “Not an adventurous choice but I’m sure it will be delicious. So far everything I’ve eaten here has been.”

They chatted through dinner. Dominic poured everyone more wine.

Cloud asked, “Aren’t you having more, Dominic?”

He shook his head. “I had a couple of drinks in the bar while I was waiting for Johan to come down for dinner. Believe I’ve had my limit for the night. Don’t want to embarrass myself by getting drunk and falling down the stairs.”

They lingered after their meal, chatting. George spoke at length about his investment scheme.

Ava nudged him. “Enough about your grant business, George. It’s not as fascinating to others as it is to you.”

“Sorry, I’m so enthusiastic about this project that I do tend to go on and on.”

Cloud flexed his shoulders. “It must be getting late.” He pulled out his pocket watch. “Hmm, only ten, but I’m quite tired tonight.”

Maggie laid her serviette on the table. “We should go up. I wouldn’t mind an early night for a change. I know it’s been days since we rode the stagecoach but my bones are still complaining.”

Johan looked at George. “What about a game of cards?”

George shook his head. “I’m feeling the trip.” He turned to his wife. “Do you mind if we forego cards and turn in early?”

“Not at all.” When she stood with George, she smiled at the other four. “Sleep well, everyone. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Maggie held Cloud’s arm. “Good thing we rested or I wouldn’t have lasted through dinner. I’m asleep on my feet.”

“You’ve had a tiring and upsetting day. Tomorrow, we have to discover something concrete or Louis and Mary will think we’re useless. As it is, Archie will be livid we’re taking so long.”

“We’re doing all we can without more proof.”

Once Geneva and Alec had gone to their rooms for the night, Maggie climbed into bed. “I really hate Dominic is involved. He’s such a lovely man. Johan too, but Dominic is nicer.”

Cloud extinguished the lamp before coming to bed. “I agree. Crooks should be rotten people so we don’t mind sending them to jail.”

Chapter Twelve

Cloud woke spooned to Maggie. Even though there was a sheet between them, having her in his arms created thoughts he needed to avoid. He couldn’t help thinking about how nice it would be to have her as his wife in every way.

He should slap himself for his thoughts. Instead, he rolled away from her. He couldn’t let his imagination gain control of him. He was a Pinkerton detective and this was a case, nothing more. He retreated behind the screen and used the commode chair.

As he stepped into the room from behind the screen, he reached for his trousers. When he’d stuffed his legs inside, he looked up. The armoire door stood ajar. Startled, he remembered Maggie checking it before she retired to bed. He rushed to look for the cases containing Maggie’s tiaras.

Gone!

He shook her gently. “Maggie, wake up. The burglars struck while we slept.”

“What?” She blinked away sleep and sat up. “They can’t have.”

“I’m sorry, but your jewelry is gone.”

“No, no, no.” Wearing only her nightgown, she hurried from the bed to the armoire and felt for the tiara case then opened the steamer trunk. “This can’t have happened. How could we not hear them?”

She sank onto the upholstered chair. “Cloud, you have no idea how horrible this is. What will I do? How can I explain this? What will we do to get them back?”

He paced the room. “Stay calm until we recover them. In the meantime, this pretty well makes us look like stooges and amateurs.”

She pressed her fingers against her temples. “I am an amateur agent but you’re not. What is your plan?”

He tugged on the bell pull for his valet. His valet? If he weren’t so upset he’d find that thought hilarious. Since he’d failed at his mission, nothing was funny right now.

He handed Maggie her robe. “I’ve summoned Alec and Geneva. We’ll get dressed and talk to Louis. After that, I’ll go to the sheriff. If we act quickly, we can get the jewelry back before the Ramblers get it out of town—maybe out of the hotel. Catching them with stolen goods will be enough to send them to prison.”

Geneva and Alec entered and assumed their duties. Maggie stepped behind the screen to dress for the day.

Geneva handed her petticoats and a pale blue dress. “Here’s your blue mohair as you requested, Your Highness. You made a wise choice because the weather has turned chilly.”

“Did you hear about the robbery?”

Geneva handed her a pair of shoes. “We did, it’s all the talk in the servants’ kitchen. I’m sorry your beautiful things were stolen.”

When Maggie emerged, she looked ready to take on the world. “His Grace and I intend to recover them.”

Geneva’s eyes widened and her mouth gaped open. “Your Highness? How will you do that?”

Maggie’s anger was palpable. “I don’t know yet, but we will. We have to. Those are my inheritance.”

Alec brushed Cloud’s jacket before holding it for him to don. Seeing he was wearing a shoulder holster under his jacket today caused Maggie to stare for a minute then look away. He wondered what Alec and Geneva thought of his choice.

He hadn’t worn the holster since they arrived at the hotel. He knew Maggie kept her pepper gun concealed in a pocket. She hadn’t been able to figure a way to carry the Colt without looking as if she intended to rob a bank.

By the time Geneva braided Maggie’s hair and coiled it on her head like a crown, he was ready to face Louis Menger. 

He escorted Maggie down the stairs. “I dread this like a beating.”

“Me, too. We were supposed to catch them in the act. We have to find the jewelry, Cloud, we have to.”

Louis was surrounded by angry customers. “Form a line and I’ll take down the description of what you’ve lost.” When he spotted Cloud and Maggie, he turned the duty over to one of his staff.

His face was a grim line as he walked toward them. “Shall we go to my office?”

Inside his office, Cloud closed the door behind them. “I know you’re angry with us, but we intend to recover the stolen jewels.”

Louis slumped into his desk chair. “I’m disappointed you didn’t prevent this. Our hotel’s reputation will be ruined. Still, I haven’t summoned the sheriff until I could speak with you.”

“Thank you. As soon as we leave your office, I’m going to speak with Sheriff Evans.”

Louis swiped his hand across his forehead. “Perhaps he’ll search the Ramblers’ belongings.”

Cloud shook his head and paced the office. “They won’t be stupid enough to keep them where we can find them. We have to learn where they’ve stashed them.”

Louis appeared to have aged years since yesterday. “I’ll try to appease those who’ve been robbed. You must recover what was stolen last night.”

After they left Louis to deal with the victims of last night’s robbery, Cloud escorted Maggie to their room. “Please wait here until after I speak to the sheriff. I’ll come back for you and we’ll decide what to do next.”

She held her fingers at her temples. “Cloud, do you feel groggy today?”

He stared at her. “Now that you mention it, I do. You, too?”

A frown marred her forehead. “Remember when Dominic refilled the wine glasses but didn’t take any himself?” She paced the room.

If that didn’t beat all. He felt even more like a fool. “I’ll be dadblamed, that polecat drugged us. Thinking back, Johan didn’t drink his wine after that. I wonder how they kept the others from waking while they were robbing their rooms?”

Maggie stopped and faced him. “How about this for a theory? Other than us, the McMillans are the youngest victims. I looked at those in line to complain and they were all older people who might not hear well. Perhaps that’s the secret to the robberies’ success.”

“They drug the younger intended victims and take a chance on the older.” He kissed her forehead. “Wait here and I’ll hurry.”

He strode as fast as he could without jogging toward the sheriff’s office. Fortunately, Sheriff Evans was at his desk with a stack of wanted posters in front of him.  

“Sheriff, I need to confess that my wife and I are Pinkerton agents. I wanted to tell you when you helped us with the pickpocket but there were too many people around.”

“So you’re not royalty, huh? That disappoints me. Told my wife I’d met a genuine princess and a duke and she was impressed. What’s got you so het up now?”

“There’s been a robbery at the Menger. We know who’s guilty but have no proof.”

***

Maggie paced the room until she feared she’d wear a pattern on the rug. She couldn’t sit still so she stood at the window overlooking the plaza. She recognized Johan walking toward the plaza. He carried a bag the size doctors used, but he was not a physician.

“Geneva, I’m going out.” Maggie grabbed her fur.

“Shall I come with you?”

“Not this time.” Maggie hurried out of the suite, down the stairs, and out into the plaza.

Johan was still in sight and appeared headed for Alamo Mission ruins.

Perhaps he was meeting Dominic there. Would Dominic also have a bag? She intended to discover what Johan was doing.

Walking as quickly as she could, she planned to catch up to Johan. She was able to get within ten feet of him but dared not get closer for fear he’d notice her. He went inside the mission. Furtively, she followed him, keeping to shadows.

She scanned the mission but she didn’t see Johan. Where could he have gone from here? Carefully, she searched for a doorway or opening in the fallen walls.

“Don’t make a noise, Your Highness, or I’ll have to shoot you.”

She whirled. “Dominic? I-I thought you were our friend.”

He held a gun in his hand, aimed at her. “I’m sorry because I really like you. In fact, I admit I find you almost irresistible. Emphasis on almost, Your Highness. Those tiaras, now those are definitely impossible to resist.”

He gestured with the gun. “Walk ahead of me and go through that opening to your left.”

She had her pepper gun with her but how could she draw it without getting shot? She’d have to wait for her chance. They appeared to have entered the storage area used by the Army. How had Dominic managed access to this part of the mission?

“Turn in the next doorway to your right.”

Some detective she was, getting caught by the men she was supposed to capture.

Nevertheless, she did as he asked and entered a small room. Johan waited there and so did the man named Kennedy.

Horrible thoughts assailed her. “What are you going to do with me?”

Kennedy sneered. “I wanted to shut you up permanently but these two are too soft.”

Johan motioned in a circle. “Turn around, Princess Magdala. I have to tie you up but I’m sure you’ll be found before you starve.”

Maggie turned as instructed. She was supposed to be a Pinkerton agent and here she was getting her hands tied behind her. She gave thanks that they had no intention of killing her—unless Kennedy had his way.

But, she was terrified. Her chest hurt and she couldn’t get a deep breath. No matter how she tried to focus, she couldn’t think of a way to defend herself or escape.

Dominic stuffed the gun in his waistband and spread a blanket on the floor. “Sit on this, Your Highness. We have to tie your legs also.”

Heart racing as if it would explode, she sat on the blanket. Having her hands tied behind her affected her balance and she landed with a plop.

Johan took care of tying her ankles together. “I apologize if that hurts, Your Highness, but we must have time to escape.” He righted her coat. “Good thing you wore this because the room will be cold.”

Kennedy’s face turned red. “Stop talking like she’s someone special. Princess this and Your Highness that. You two make me sick. Whether you like it or not, gag her so she can’t yell.”

Dominic produced a white handkerchief and tied it so she couldn’t speak. He whispered, “This is fresh from the laundry.”

Kennedy forked a thumb at the door. “Now we get out of here until we take care of that other matter.”

What other matter? The door closed and she was alone. They left the doctor’s bag or whatever kind of leather valise it was. She was fairly sure the bag contained stolen jewelry, which meant they’d return. Wriggling allowed her to see a second bag.

The room had no window. Cracks in the door and spaces in the roof created a pattern of sunshine and shadow in the room. They didn’t let in enough air to combat the musty odor. Scratching sounds made her think mice or rats were either in the room or trying to join her.

Every noise made her flinch. At least the Ramblers and Kennedy hadn’t discovered her gun. If she could work loose her bindings, she could defend herself.

Tears gathered in her eyes and the urge to lie on the blanket and cry almost overwhelmed her. If she cried, her nose would stop up and she wouldn’t be able to breathe. She tried poking her tongue at the gag to loosen the handkerchief but that didn’t work. What could she do?

Depression engulfed her and she lay on the blanket. Now, she’d never have the opportunity to tell Cloud she’d fallen in love with him. She recalled lying with her head on his shoulder yesterday. Being in his arms sent warmth throughout her body yet she sensed herself calming. His presence made her tranquil and secure and something she hadn’t experienced previously and couldn’t define. 

Panic seized her when she recalled her jewelry—she had to recover that before Papá arrived. She had to vindicate becoming a Pinkerton agent—okay, a trainee—to Mamá. And, just how was she going to achieve that? Oh, and explaining her marriage would annoy both parents.

Right now she was trapped and alone and cold. Gathering all her courage, she vowed she wouldn’t give up. She worked at the bindings on her wrists. If she could loosen those enough to slip her hands free, she could untie her ankles and escape.

Chapter Thirteen

Cloud left the sheriff’s office and strode toward the hotel. Sheriff Evans agreed to let him, as a Pinkerton agent, handle capturing the Ramblers and turning them over to the sheriff. He hated that he hadn’t been able to prevent the robbery but he intended to recover the stolen property. 

He rushed up the stairs to their suite. “Maggie?”

Geneva curtsied. “Your Grace, Princess Magdala isn’t here. She grabbed her fur and rushed out without saying where she was going.”

The news astonished him. “She’s gone? That’s odd because I specifically asked her to wait here for me. What was she doing before she left?”

The maid gestured toward the window. “She was looking out at the plaza. Then, she whirled and grabbed her coat.”

“Did she say where she was going?”

“No, Your Grace. All she said was ‘Geneva, I’m going out’. I offered to accompany her but she declined. She was almost running.”

“Thank you.” He walked to the window and peered at the view. His heartbeat increased and pounded in his ears. He knew he’d grown fond of her during their time together but hadn’t realized how deeply he cared for her.

What had she seen that sent her scurrying? People walked among the vendors and on the plaza. Others rode a horse or drove a wagon or carriage. No auburn-haired beauty was visible.

Why hadn’t Maggie waited for him? Knowing her, there had to be a valid reason. She must have seen something suspicious that required immediate action.

He decided to check the plaza to see if he could find her. First, he checked with the reception desk. They hadn’t seen her.

He strolled across the lobby. No point looking in the hotel. Something she’d seen from the window had sent her running outside. Her hair should make her easy to spot. He ambled through the vendors and people milling in the plaza. He saw nothing that would cause him to hurry and no Maggie.

Señora Diaz beckoned, a frantic expression on her face.

At the Señora’s cart, he stopped. “Señora, have you seen my wife today? I seem to have lost her. We were supposed to do something together.”

“Sí, and I am relieved you look for her. She hurried into the Alamo mission maybe half an hour or so ago. I have been worried about her. I think she was following the man who goes there often. The man came out but she did not.”

His stomach hit his boots. “What man is that, Señora? Can you describe him?”

She gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “I don’t know his name. He is not as tall as you but taller than me and maybe forty years old. He wears a dark suit with a hat like that man.” She gestured at a man nearby who wore a derby. “Sometimes the man carries a bag like a doctor’s valise.”

“Do you think he’s from the hotel?”

“Sí, I see him go into the hotel many times. Also he takes things into the Alamo Mission.”

“What kind of things?”

“The bag like a doctor or the kind you would take on a short trip. He is not here all the time so I think he travels with the other two men.”

Other two? That must mean Kennedy was connected to the Rambler brothers. Cloud knew the man was rotten.

“Thank you, Señora. You have been very helpful.” Cloud hurried to the mission then slowed when two astonishing thoughts hit him. One, he was in love with Maggie. Two, somehow he knew she was in danger.

At least Señora Diaz had seen where Maggie had gone. Did she have her gun with her? Had she been captured? Were the culprits waiting to overpower him? He had too many questions and no answers.

At the entrance to the Alamo Mission, he paused. He leaned against the crumbling walls and closed his eyes against the bright sunlight. The interior would be dim and would require time for his eyes to adjust to the change. If he could slip in without attracting attention, he would be able to scan the chapel.

Moving with stealth, he entered the mission chapel to discover the place contained only a couple of tourists. Near the rear, he saw an opening. Perhaps she’d gone through there.

He drew his revolver from his shoulder holsters and slowly crept forward and through the doorway. He hadn’t gone far when pain shot through him and the world went black.

***

Maggie’s wrists were on fire from her attempts to free them. The rope was no looser than when she’d started struggling what seemed like hours ago. She heard someone coming and hoped an Army soldier found her.

Someone unlocked the door and she braced herself. The door opened and Cloud was shoved inside. He was trussed in the same way she was. In addition, blood oozed from a gash on his head. She focused on his chest and saw he was breathing.

Kennedy kicked Cloud. “Here’s your husband to keep you company. We’ll be back for our valuables in a little while. We’re leaving for Galveston this evening and I am never coming back to this town. For all I care you two can rot in here.” He closed the door and turned the lock.

Cloud lay on his back with his head turned away from her. She couldn’t reach the knots binding his hands but she could stretch to his gag. Her fingers struggled with the binging on his mouth because she couldn’t see what she was doing. Cloud groaned and roused. She succeeded in loosening the first knot and the second was easier.

He spit the gag from his mouth. “Maggie, I was afraid something like this had happened. Man, my head is killing me. Are you hurt?”

She shook her head.

“Turn your back to me and lie down so I can reach your gag.”

Losing no time, she did as he asked. He took less time with her gag and she suspected that was due to Dominic hating to hurt her. When she was free, she took deep breaths.

“I’m so sorry they got you too, Cloud. I knew you’d find me but I hoped they wouldn’t see you. In one way, having you here reassures me that we have a chance to get away.”

“Put your hands so my fingers can reach the knots.” He worked on the ropes binding her wrists. “Señora Diaz saw you go into the mission after one of the culprits. She was worried and on the lookout when she spotted me.”

“I followed Johan. I saw him leave the hotel from the window of our suite. He carried a bag and walked across the plaza. If I’d waited, I would have lost him so I hurried after him. Unfortunately, I walked into him, Dominic, and that man Kennedy. The latter is vicious. He wanted to kill me but the Rambler brothers wouldn’t agree.”

“Thank heavens. Ah, Maggie, what would I do without you?”

She tried to look over her shoulder but couldn’t without moving her hands. “Do you mean that?”

“I didn’t intend to gush but, yes, I do. I confess I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“That’s wonderful because I’ve fallen in love with you. I was so afraid I’d die before I could tell you and you’d never know.” In spite of their predicament, hope blossomed in her heart.

“Relax, Maggie. All we have to do is escape, capture the crooks, take them to the sheriff, and we’re all set. Nothing to it, right?”

“Oh, Cloud, I’m surprised you can be humorous now. What if Kennedy has his way when they return for the jewels. They’re leaving for Galveston this evening.”

“Then we have to get out of these ropes before then.”

“If there’s a train, why didn’t we take that instead of the stagecoach?”

“The train doesn’t go that far north. There’s one that goes back and forth between San Antonio and Galveston. From there, they can catch a ship or take a train to New Orleans.”

“Too bad for us then. Oh, I felt the binding loosen. You must be making progress.”

“Whoever tied this didn’t do a great job.” The rope fell away.

She shook her hands and arms to restore blood flow. “Now I can free your hands. My word, Kennedy must have tied these knots. Good thing I have a knife in my fur lining’s exclusive pocket.”

She pulled the blade from its specially designed sheath and sawed the rope. “I was afraid Johan would sense there were things hidden in my fur jacket but he didn’t. He was nice enough to make sure my coat was pulled around me for warmth.”

“Nice? If he’d been nice, he wouldn’t have tied you up in the first place.” He turned. “Give me the knife and I’ll free our legs.”

When he reached for the knife he grabbed her hands. “Your beautiful ivory wrists are bleeding from those bindings. I swear I’ll make those men pay for hurting you.” Fury tinged his words.

When they were free, Cloud opened the first of the two bags to find it filled with jewelry. “They didn’t take care with these. They’re just piled in as if they were worthless.”

“I suspect they intend to reset the stones and melt down the gold.” Thank heavens, she spotted her grandmother’s tiara.

“Reckon that’s right. Those pieces are too distinctive to leave intact.”

Cloud tried the door but the lock held. “We’ll have to wait for them to return unless I can loosen some of these bricks. Although they’re the size of quarried stone they were probably made on site by the Indians who lived here.”

He pushed against one after another with no luck. Not to be defeated, he continued his quest. After what seemed a long time, he gave a triumphant shout.

“Didn’t mean to make so much noise, but this brick wiggled. Who knows what will happen if I can work this stone free?” He moved the jewels and her to the opposite corner. “Keep that handkerchief available to cover your mouth and eyes in case the wall falls.”

She held the white cotton in her hands. “This handkerchief is clean. The one used on you looks as if it’s been dragged in the dirt.”

“Tasted that way.” He kept working on the stone. When he’d worked it free, he pushed it outward. Nothing alarming happened so he started on the one above the space he’d made. She had no concept of the time except it seemed to her they’d been there for hours. Working steadily, Cloud created an opening large enough for a person to squeeze through.

Tentatively, he peered out the space then came to help her stand. “You go out first, then I’ll hand you the bags before I climb through the opening. If you hear anyone coming, abandon me and the jewels and run.”

She tugged at her skirts as she climbed through the window he’d formed. “Not a chance of that, dear husband. I have my trusty pepper gun and will use it.”

He handed her the two bags of jewels and then climbed out. “Ah, there’s my Colt where I fell. That’s lucky.”

He bent and picked up his firearm from the dirt. “Kennedy must have been in a hurry. Bullets are still in the chambers.” He used his handkerchief to wipe dust from the gun.

She hefted one of the bags. “Now what do we do that won’t alert the Ramblers and Kennedy?”

“We hide the jewels.” He surveyed their surroundings. “I believe there was a niche in the mission.”

“That’d be better. I’d hate for someone in the Army to find them and take off with both bags.”

“Since we aren’t supposed to be on the Army’s part of the grounds, they might be able to say the jewels belonged to the Army.”

She gasped at the thought of losing the treasure they’d just secured. “That would be horrible.”

Cautiously, he peeked into the mission. “No one in sight.”

They crept into the Alamo and deposited both bags into a crevice.

She spotted another crevice further down and moved one bag. “No point having them together in case the culprits find us here.”

“I hope we see them first.”

Her stomach rumbled. “I wish we’d had breakfast. By now it must be late afternoon. I’m starving.”

He slid an arm around her waist and hugged her to him. “Of course you are. I wouldn’t mind a meal either. I’m afraid we’re out of luck for now.”

“What if I used a petticoat to cover my hair and walked to the vendors?”

In spite of the seriousness of their situation, he chuckled. “Wouldn’t fool anyone, Princess. You’d stand out in any group. Can you slouch like an old woman?”

“Not with this corset squeezing the breath out of me. I think I’m going to stop wearing this thing even if Mamá is scandalized.”

He turned her to face him. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-two, but you should never ask a woman her age. How old are you?”

“Twenty-six.” He grinned and his silvery-blue eyes twinkled. “You’re a grown woman now and can choose your own path, my love. Your parents have to accept that.”

She rested a hand on his broad chest. “I know. After all, I applied to the Pinkerton Detective Agency. But, I don’t want to be a disappointment to my family.”

He tucked a lock of unruly auburn hair behind her ear. “They couldn’t possibly be disappointed in you.”

She thought he was going to lean in and kiss her but the sound of footsteps alerted them to someone’s approach. Two tourists entered and looked around. She exhaled and pretended to be a tourist as well.

Cloud spoke quietly about the Alamo—facts that Finnegan had told them. The other couple walked around a few minutes then left.

She leaned against the wall. “This is hard on the nerves, isn’t it? Do you always have tense moments waiting on a case?”

“Usually.” Cloud took out his pocket watch. “Not long now before they catch their train. I don’t fancy standing here.”

“What choice do we have? This is a lot better than being tied up and gagged.” She couldn’t help fidgeting. She pulled the little pepper gun from her pocket. Thank goodness her many skirts and petticoats concealed the gun.

She knew they’d seen the train depot on Finnegan’s tour, but she couldn’t recall where. “Do you remember where the train station is?”

“Across the street from the stage station. I wish there was a train that connected to Denver instead of only from here to Galveston.”

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “That would have been easier and much faster.”

Chapter Fourteen

Cloud wished he could take Maggie and leave her safely tucked in their suite with Geneva and Alec to watch over her. When they’d started their journey, he thought she would complain and want special treatment.

Instead, she had never complained. Oh, she was worried about her parents’ reaction to their marriage and about capturing the Ramblers and Kennedy. That was different. She had never grumbled or whined over travel conditions or complained when being tied damaged her wrists or about anything to do with their case.

He pulled her into his embrace. “Let me kiss you before they arrive.”

He lowered his head to her upturned face and pressed his lips to hers. Her mouth was soft and sweet. For a moment she was passive then she leaned into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his waist.

When he broke the kiss, he kept her close and tucked her head under his chin. “That was worth the trip, my princess.”

“I must agree.” She sighed against his chest. “Cloud, do you have a plan?”

“If they come together, that will be easier. If they arrive one at a time, it’s riskier. I plan to wait here in the shadows until they enter. Then, I’ll tell them they’re under arrest.”

“And if they show up one at a time?”

“We’ll have to gag them as they arrive and we restrain them. We don’t have enough handcuffs with us unless you have them hidden in your coat.”

She held up her forefinger. “One pair only. We’ll need three.”

“I have my pair. I should have brought the ropes from your wrists.”

She shuddered. “They were bloody and I didn’t want to see them ever again.”

“Can you tear a strip off your petticoat?”

“Why don’t I do that now with the flannel one? I’ll make sure whoever we tie can’t break free. I’d hate to ruin the silk one but I will if needed.”

Maggie leaned against the wall and ripped the ruffle from her petticoat. The strip was at least six inches wide. She tore the long ruffle into three lengths then braided them together. With her pair of hand cuffs and his, the braided fabric would complete their restraints.

“Give me your pair of handcuffs. You have the more powerful gun and can keep them covered while I slip these on them.”

He whispered, “Barely in time. I hear Johan’s voice.” He pulled his dusted off revolver from his shoulder holster.

The three men entered together. They appeared to have been arguing.

Dominic spat, “I refuse to harm them. You’re crazy to even suggest such a thing.”

Johan paused and blinked. “You’re blood thirsty, Carl. If we’re caught burglary gets us jail time, murder is hanging.”

“You’re caught, men. Hands up where I can see them.” Cloud stepped from the shadows in front of the three.

Kennedy yelled, “I told you. If we’d finished them off we’d be long gone before anyone was the wiser.”

Maggie held a pair of the handcuffs. “Hands behind your back, Dominic.”

With a groan, he complied.

She clicked the cuffs closed. “Thank you for not harming me. I appreciate that and will tell the sheriff. You’re next, Johan.”

He held his hands behind him. “Carl, this is your fault. I told you we were being greedy but you had to have Princess Magdala’s jewels.”

At that moment four tourists entered the mission chapel. Carl Kennedy darted behind them and out the door.

Cloud glanced at Maggie.

She had her pepper gun in her hand. “Go.”

He took off after Kennedy. The man ran toward the vendors. Cloud was right behind Kennedy, but the culprit was fast. He had a gun in his hand and looked over his shoulder. If he fired here, bystanders were sure to be harmed.

That was what Kennedy did. He fired at Cloud but missed and the bullet pinged into the dirt. As they drew even with Nora Diaz’s cart, she stepped in front of Kennedy, tripping him and sending his gun flying. Cloud pounced on the prostrate criminal.

The impact with Kennedy had sent Señora Diaz to the ground as well. A bystander helped her to her feet. Another vendor picked up the dropped firearm and brought it to Cloud.

“Thank you.” Cloud put his knee on Kennedy’s back. “Señora Diaz, are you all right?”

She groaned as she leaned on her cart. “Sí, he knocked the breath from me but I am unharmed. Ayii, I am not as young as I used to be.”

“Señora, may I use one of your shawls to bind this man? I’ll pay later you but I can’t take a chance on him getting away. He’s stolen a lot of jewels and is vicious. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn he’s wanted in other areas.”

“I could give you a black one the color of his soul. Better would be the rope I use to tie down the cart at night.”

Cloud took the rope she handed him. “Thank you. I would have hated to ruin the delicate shawl your daughter-in-law made.” He bound Kennedy’s hands and hobbled his feet.

“I’ll return the rope, Señora. Thank you for your help.” He glanced around the crowd. “Thank you all. This man has stolen from many people.” He leaned down and jerked Kennedy to his feet. “Come on, the sheriff has a special room waiting for you.”

He nudged Kennedy toward the Alamo where Maggie and the Ramblers waited. Each of the Rambler brothers carried a bag in his handcuffed hands. He saw her ushering them to meet him. They marched the three criminals to the sheriff’s office. Cloud told Maggie about Nora Diaz’s help.

Sheriff Evans locked them in cells. “I found this one’s likeness on a wanted poster.”

“His name is Carl Kennedy—at least that’s what the others called him.”

“That’s one of the aliases. Too bad you Pinkertons can’t accept rewards. There’s a good sized one offered for this man and another for whoever captures the jewel thieves.”

Maggie glanced at him then at the sheriff. “We had a lot of help from one of the plaza vendors, Señora Nora Diaz. She really should get the reward. While I was tied up and locked in a tiny room, she told Duke Montpelier the direction I’d gone and who I’d been following. Then, when tourists got in the way and Kennedy took off, she stopped him at her own peril while he was shooting at the Duke.”

Sheriff Evans tugged at his ear lobe. “Reckon that’s enough help to qualify. Figure she can use the cash, do you? Well, I’ll see she gets the reward.”

A frown creased Maggie’s brow. “What about the jewels, Sheriff Evans? Many of them are mine.”

“That’s going to be a pain. I’ll need a list of what you’ve lost. Same with the other victims.”

When the sheriff had finished questioning them, they walked back to the hotel.

Maggie was smiling. “I’m so relieved. We did it. We captured the criminals and no one was injured—except for your head. I’m sure that hurts. Perhaps you should see a doctor. You could have a concussion.”

“I’m fine. Still have a bit of a headache but I’m glad we solved this. Embarrassing that they committed another robbery before we caught them.”

“The Mengers will be relieved as well.”

Back at the hotel, they found Louis.

He rushed up to them. “Is it true? I heard you’d caught the Ramblers and Kennedy.”

Cloud was taken aback. “News travels fast. Yes, they’re in jail and so is the bounty from their crimes. The sheriff needs a list of who lost what in order to return property to the owners.”

“I can’t tell you how relieved I am. We should have a party to celebrate.”

Cloud looked at Maggie before he answered Louis, “Right now, we need to eat and lie down. We’ve been treated badly and need to recuperate. Would you mind sending a meal to our suite?”

Louis was practically dancing with joy. “Not at all. I see you’ve damaged your clothes. Go on up and I’ll have your food to you in a short while.”

When they reached their suite, Alec assisted Cloud to remove his jacket and shoulder holster. Cloud said, “We caught the burglars and took them to jail.”

Alec held the shoulder holster as if it would shoot him. “Congratulations, Your Grace.”

He should tell Alec and Geneva he wasn’t a duke and Maggie wasn’t a princess. For now, he simply didn’t have the energy to go through the story.

Geneva gasped when she saw the state of Maggie’s hair and clothing. “Your Highness, let me help you.”

Maggie had thrown her coat on the settee. “I want out of this dress and to lie down for a while. Mr. Menger is sending a meal up. When we eat that, I imagine we’ll have a nap. If you help me into my robe, you can take whatever is left of the day off, Geneva. You, too, Alec. His Grace and I have had quite a trial and will stay in this evening.”

A waiter arrived wheeling a meal cart. Geneva and Alec left. Cloud was pleased to be sharing dinner in their suite.

He finished his mango ice cream. “This is a little like being really married, isn’t it? Maggie, I meant what I said. I’ve come to love you. Are you willing to make ours a permanent marriage?”

The smile she sent him was enough to answer. “I’d like nothing more. Would we remain partners or would I have to resign?”

“I think we’ve made good partners, don’t you?”

“Yes, we have. A permanent partnership sounds wonderful.”

They stood and walked to their bedroom. He removed his shoes and so did she. She laid her robe on the nearby chair. They each lay down on the bed. He planned to make her his in every way, but he’d go slowly.

He took her hand in his. “I have to admit I’ve enjoyed being the Duke of Montpelier. I’ll be sad to lose the clout that went with the title.”

She rose on her elbow and met his gaze. “Cloud, there… there’s something important I have to tell you.”

He grasped her shoulders. “Maggie, what is it? You look as if you’re afraid. You should know you can tell me anything, my love.”

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “You really are the Duke of Montpelier. I truly am Princess Magdala of Bayergrovenia.”

His ears must be playing tricks on him. “What?”

“My father is the third son of the late King. His older brother is now the King. That’s why we’re able to live in America for Papá to manage the royal family’s investments here.”

He leapt to his feet. “That’s crazy. You think I can be a duke? I’m from a poor family, now destitute. I… I don’t know anything about being a duke.”

She sat up. “You’ve been being one very well.”

He paced back and forth. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Why not be honest with me from the start?”

“Would you have acted differently?”

Cloud stopped. Would he? “We’ll never know, will we?”  

She came to stand in front of him. “Whether you want to be a duke or not, you are one unless we get an annulment. Nothing between us is changed by that fact.”

He threw up his hands. “A Pinkerton agent who’s a duke. Fat chance of Archie allowing that.”

“Why wouldn’t he? He knows I’m a princess and hired me.”

“For this case, because of your jewelry. I wonder if he plans to keep you as an agent.”

Tears gathered in her eyes. “Only a short while ago you said we make a good team. Why have you suddenly changed your mind? I’m the same person I was then. You’re the same person you were.”

“But, you’re not the same person I thought you were. I thought you were Maggie Harper who’d once lived in Bayergrovenia but was now from Virginia near Washington DC. I don’t even know your real name.”

She raised her head in that regal way she had. “Magdala Antoinette Marie von Hapsburg. My father does business as Frank Harper but his name is Francois Antoine Frederick von Hapsburg. My mother’s name is Helena Marie, formerly St. Germaine. Satisfied?”

 “No, Your Highness, I’m not. Why? Why the devil have you waited until now to tell me this? You could have mentioned it anytime since we’ve been on this case but you chose not to.”

“I was afraid you’d loathe me again. You can’t deny you detested me from the start.”

Knowing she spoke the truth he couldn’t face her. “Nonsense. You’re imagining things.”

She let out an indignant gasp. “When I came into the common room at the headquarters, I saw you laughing at me. I didn’t have to be close enough to hear you to realize you were making fun of me. And for what? You didn’t even know me.”

“I know you now. I was right about your kind after all.”

She advanced on him. “My kind? My kind? You think I’m like your snotty Miss Henrietta whatever? Well, I’m not. I judge people by their character, not their wallet. You should know that’s true by now. You said you loved me. You’re the one who’s the snob, not me.”

“Me, a snob? That’s a laugh.”

“You’re as much a snob as your Henrietta. No wonder she didn’t think you were good enough for her because you don’t think you are.”

“I’m as good as any other man.”

“Then stand and prove it, Your Grace, Duke of Montpelier.”

“So your parents can humiliate me?” He shook his head. “No, thank you. I’m going to Denver. I’ll alert the judge we want an annulment.”

“You’re abandoning me? Aren’t you man enough to stay here and support me when my parents arrive? You’re just going to toss me aside like an old newspaper?”

“I’m not abandoning you. When we married it was only until the case was over and we could get an annulment.”

She crossed her arms and turned her back on him. “I don’t want one and I won’t sign the papers.”

“You’re willing to stay married to someone who wants his freedom?”

She whirled to face him. “I’m staying married to the man who swore his love for me only a short while ago. The one I love in return.”

His head ached and his mind whirled. He had to get out of this room. He picked up his jacket and strode to the door.

“I’ll be in the bar.”

Chapter Fifteen

Cloud finger combed his hair on the way down the stairs. He winced when he touched the lump on his skull. In the bar, several men greeted him. He went to a table in the corner and took a seat, hoping no one would bother him. He intended to get rip roaring drunk. In the morning, he was boarding the stage to return to Denver and his next case.

He signaled a waiter and ordered a whiskey and a bottle.

The drink had barely arrived when Louis stopped at his table. He tilted Cloud’s head to look at his injury. “You’ve had a bad knock on the head, my friend. Do you think drink is wise?” Louis moved so he could face him.

He forced a smile for Pinkerton’s customer. “Head’s too hard to damage. You have everyone’s losses sorted?”

Louis took a seat. “Working on it and Sheriff Evans is being helpful. Did Her Highness recover her things?”

“Not yet.” He frowned. “Now that I think about it, I don’t believe we gave the sheriff a list. I suppose there’s plenty of time for that tomorrow.”

“You find out how the robberies were done?”

“She noticed the McMillans and we were the only young people who lost valuables. We believe Dominic drugged our wine. The other victims were older and probably don’t hear as well. Perhaps they wouldn’t notice the slight noise of an intruder.”

“Well, I’ll be. I’ll admit the Ramblers sure had me fooled until you alerted me. They’ve been customers for years. I don’t understand why they changed.”

He almost confessed that Maggie had suspected them from the first. “They were likable in spite of their perfidy. Kennedy is their cousin. He holds something over them and inserted himself in their business a few months ago. Since then, he’s been directing the show. Wanted to kill Her Highness and me but the Ramblers protested.”

“Thank heavens they did. You two are quite the heroes around here. Newspaper reporter was here earlier but I told him not to bother the two of you until tomorrow. I filled him in with enough to finish out the sheriff’s information. You’ll be on the front page tomorrow.”

He ought to explain about him not being royalty. Strictly speaking, he was. He opened his mouth to confess the details when George came in.

George signaled for a drink. “Hey, Your Grace, I heard you were in here. Can’t leave you and Her Highness alone for a day, huh? Guess you’re intent on rounding up all the criminals in town.”

“Hardly that. Although it would be nice if those were the only ones around, wouldn’t it?”

A staff member stuck his head in and caught Louis’ attention.

The hotelier stood. “Duty calls. Have a nice evening.”

George leaned near. “You want to tell me why you’re down here when your lovely wife is upstairs alone?”

Cloud took a sip of his drink. “I could ask you the same thing.”

George took the seat Louis had vacated. “Well, Ava has a megrim. The doctor prescribed laudanum but she’s, well we weren’t announcing it yet, but she’s about four months along. She’s concerned that laudanum might hurt the baby. I know they give it even to babies but you know it can be habit forming.”

Cloud gave George a genuine smile. “Congratulations, old man. This your first?” He poured both he and George a refill.

“She lost one a couple of years ago. Ava’s worried about her age. Well, she’s thirty and she’s afraid that’s too old for a first baby. The doctor has assured her she’s healthy. He’s heard the baby’s heartbeat and she’s felt the movement.”

Suddenly, Cloud felt what must be jealousy. “Must be an exciting time for the two of you. Are you going to continue traveling?”

George traced a moisture ring on the table with his finger. “I’m thinking of making San Antonio my base until a few months after the birth. We don’t want to take any risks with her or the baby.”

“A wise decision. Not that I know personally other than hearing others talk.” And not likely to learn with the situation as it exists.

George toasted him with his drink. “Won’t be long until you know firsthand.”

Cloud turned his glass in a circle. “I doubt that.”

George sat his whiskey on the table and stared at Cloud. “Aha, would your doubt have anything to do with why you’re down here nursing your whisky instead of upstairs with Her Highness?”

“You could say that.”

He usually stuck with beer and then two was his limit. The whisky must have loosened his tongue. Before he knew it, he had confided the whole story to George. What a stupid thing to do. Never had he let liquor cause him to break his identity. 

George appeared incredulous. “I can’t take in all this.”

“You think you have trouble. I feel as if I’m going to explode. My entire world had turned upside down and gone sideways. I have no idea what to do.”

“You obviously love her. It shows whenever you look at her.”

“Does it? I-I didn’t realize I was so transparent. I’m supposed to be a Pinkerton agent able to fool everyone.”

“You have been, but you can’t conceal the light of love in your eyes. Ava and I have been happy for the two of you. Don’t screw up your life because of foolish pride.”

“She lied to me.”

“Did she ever tell you she wasn’t a princess?”

“No, but she didn’t tell me she was either. She lied by omission.””

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset. I love Ava like crazy. I certainly wouldn’t be upset if I learned she was wealthy. Why would I? She’d still be Ava.”

Cloud clamped his jaw shut. George didn’t understand.

“You have to admit Princess Magdala is not a snob. She’s as nice to the market vendors as she is to Ava and me and Louis Menger. I heard she arranged for one of the stall owners to get the reward for the criminals’ capture.”

Cloud waved aside George’s comment. “Yeah, but Señora Diaz helped. She deserved a reward plus she can definitely use the money.”

“Would Señora Diaz have known the difference if Her Highness hadn’t mentioned her help? No, she would not.” George took out his pocket watch. “I need to go check on the little mother.”

He stood and laid a hand on Cloud’s shoulder. “You had better go mend some fences, my friend, or you’ll be making two nice people miserable.”

Cloud watched his friend leave. Some friend, taking Maggie’s side. He sat sipping his whisky and mulling over his problems. He didn’t know how long he sat there even after the bottle was empty.

A waiter approached hesitantly. “Your Grace? We’re closing now. Would you like assistance going up to your suite?”

Cloud found the question insulting. “I would not. Never needed assis… assissss… help.” He tried to stand but plopped back onto his chair.

The waiter signaled another. “It will be our privilege to help you, Your Grace.”

One man got on either side of him and they walked and dragged him up the stairs. A bell boy rushed with a key.

Cloud watched the carpet as they reached the upstairs. He’d never noticed the pattern until now. “Let’s all sing a song. Goober peas, goober peas—”

The head waiter shushed him. “People are asleep now, Your Grace. We mustn’t disturb them.”

“You think they don’t like music?”

“I’m sure they do but not at two in the morning.”

“Is that the time? Guess I lost track after my frien’ George left. Good ol’e George. Do you know him?”

“Yes, Your Grace, we have the privilege. He’s a very nice man.”

“Did you know he’s going to be a father? Oops, I wasn’t ‘sposed to tell that.”

“We’ll pretend we didn’t hear you so we can act surprised if he shares that with us. Ah, here we are at your door.”

One of the men opened the door and then both of them hustled him to the settee. When they’d deposited him there, one rapped on the bedroom door.

“Your Highness, um, would you advise us please?”

She opened the door, fumbling with her robe’s tie. “What’s happened?”

“Your Grace is in his cups and we don’t know whether you want us to help get him to bed or leave him here.”

Cloud saluted her. “Good ol’e Maggie.”

She was regal even with red eyes and mussed hair. “You can leave him with me, gentlemen. I’ll summon his valet if I need help.” She opened her purse and gave each man a generous tip.

When they’d gone and the door was closed she whirled on him with narrowed green eyes.

Whoa, not so regal now.

“How dare you make a public spectacle of yourself. Have you no sense of propriety? You’re thoroughly drunk.”

He bowed from the waist without standing. “As a skunk. Remember I’m a commoner, not one of your royal Dukes.”

She descended on him and cuffed the side of his head. “Are you stupid? Many Dukes drink to excess. You know very well a Pinkerton agent doesn’t get drunk—ever. What if you’d been on a sensitive case? You could have ruined everything.”

He rubbed his head. “Ow, that’s close to my head wound. You may have given me a concussion.”

She knelt and removed his shoes. “I should have.” She stood. “Come on, you idiot, you need to go to bed. First you’ll use the commode chair because you’ve had way too much alcohol and I don’t fancy sleeping with a bedwetter.” She put a shoulder under his arm and helped him stand.

They staggered to the bedroom.

She undressed him down to his drawers and turned him toward the screen and commode chair. “You can manage from here.”

He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Unless you’d like to help, Maggie darlin’.”

She fisted her hands on her hips. “Hurry up before I get my pepper gun after you. I’m mad enough to damage your privates.”

He turned and took refuge behind the screen. “No, no, can’t do damage ‘cause if you do we won’t get a baby.” He braced himself against the wall while he relieved himself then came around the screen. “Ol’e George and Ava are gonna get a baby but it’s a secret.”

“Good for them. I’ll act surprised when Ava tells me.” She helped him get into bed and tucked him in.

He puckered his lips. “Give me a kiss goodnight.”

“Not likely. I make it a rule never to kiss a drunk. Go to sleep. I hope your head hurts like the blazes in the morning.”

Chapter Sixteen

Maggie was so angry she was beyond tears. He’d said he was going to the bar but he was gone so long. She thought he’d left her and all the time he sat in the bar drinking and making a public spectacle of himself. She didn’t know whether to be grateful he was here or to kick him down the stairs.

She tried sleeping but still couldn’t. How rotten to learn she’d grown used to having his arm around her. She supposed he’d done the same because he turned toward her in his sleep and pulled her toward him with his arm across her waist.

She should have pushed him away. Instead, she clung to his arm.

The next morning, she rose when Geneva and Alec arrived from their rooms. “His Grace is going to have a headache this morning. He overindulged in the bar last night.”

Geneva giggled. “I heard him singing outside my room. He has a nice voice.” She sobered. “Sorry, Your Highness, I know it’s not a laughing matter.”

Maggie raised her eyebrows. “It will be when he wakes up and his head hurts.”

Alec bowed slightly. “I’d better get a remedy.”

Geneva called, “Get a beaten egg white as well.”

He left the suite.

Maggie dressed and sat at the vanity for Geneva to help with her hair. She was appalled by her image in the mirror. “Oh, my, I look as if I’m the one who drank too much.”

“I’ll rub egg white under your eyes as soon as Alec returns. In the meantime, hold this cool cloth to them.” While Maggie complied, Geneva styled her hair.

Soon Alec was back with a glass of something evil looking and a small dish of beaten egg whites.

Geneva took the whites and dabbed them carefully under and over Maggie’s eyes. “Wait about fifteen minutes and then I’ll clean that from your face.”

A loud groan came from the bed. Cloud rolled to his back and held his head with both hands. “My head is splitting. I’ve never known such pain—not even when I was shot.”

Alec was by his side immediately and helped him sit up. “Drink this, Your Grace, and you’ll feel better soon.”

He took a sip. “Euww, that’s awful.”

Alec helped hold the glass. “Drink up until it’s gone, Your Grace.”

Cloud did then flopped back on the pillow. “Evil stuff. What created this head? Wait, I seem to recall being helped to the suite by a couple of waiters. Surely that can’t be correct.”

Maggie held the cool cloth to her forehead. “But, it is, dear husband. You were too drunk to walk without assistance.”

“Ridiculous. I have never been drunk in my life. Never have over two drinks, not the sort of thing I do.”

She laid the cloth aside because it had warmed from her skin. “Last night was an exception then.”

Obviously her image was visible to him in the mirror because she could see him clearly.

He squinted. “Maggie, what’s that stuff on your face?”

“Women don’t reveal all their beauty secrets, Your Grace. Why don’t you get dressed?”

He sat up again. “Owww, why won’t the room stay still?”

Alec extended a hand. “Allow me to help you to your dressing room, Your Grace. After a wash and a shave you’ll feel refreshed enough to dress for your day.”

He swung his legs off the bed. “I don’t believe you, but anything is better than the way I feel now.”

Half an hour later, Maggie agreed her eyes looked much closer to normal. “Thank you, Geneva. Would you please go down and ask room service to bring our breakfast. Something mild for His Grace, maybe scrambled eggs and toasted bread? I’ll have the same, and with marmalade. Hot tea for me and strong coffee for him.”

While she waited, she composed herself. Had he forgotten the argument they’d had last night? He’d been so positive they couldn’t remain a couple.

She paced back and forth until she was weary of the same path. She chose a high-backed chair with dark blue moiré upholstery and sat down. She fought to project a calm, regal impression.

Cloud emerged from the dressing room and walked slowly to sit in the chair beside her. The fire burned in the fireplace, casting a cheerful atmosphere.

He leaned back and stuck his legs out, crossed at the ankles. “I suppose I’ve made a complete ass of myself.”

She sighed, hopeful once more. “You’ve done a glorious job of it, yes.”

“At least you’re still speaking to me.”

“Of course I am, you’re my husband. Anyway, you are unless you obtain an annulment. By the way, I’m still not willing to sign the annulment papers.”

He leaned forward. “I gave up on that stupid idea. I admit my pride stung but I had time to analyze things last night… that is, until I lost the ability to think.”

“Does that mean you intend to remain with me?”

He clumsily knelt on one knee and held her hand. “Maggie, if you’ll still have me I’ll wire Archie today and tell him we’re on our honeymoon until further notice. I’ll also mention your parents are coming in a week.”

She wanted to dance around the room but she only smiled at him. Her heartbeat raced. “If you do that, you’d better wire your parents about the news also.”

He shook his head then winced. “No, receiving a telegram would scare them. I’ll write. I might wait until after I’ve met your parents and know I won’t be banished or beheaded or something similar.”

She grinned. “My parents wouldn’t do such a thing. Well, they could arrange it, but they won’t.”

He returned her smile. “Aha, they could, huh? I presume we can do without our Pinkerton salaries for a few weeks.”

“Forever if we wish. Now get off your knee before you fall over and add another lump to your head.”

When he’d resumed his seat, he took her hand and pulled her to sit on his lap. “I love you, Maggie. More than I thought possible. I love you even though you’re wealthy and a princess.”

She nestled her head on his shoulder. “You’re kind to overlook my defects, you crazy man, I love you, Cloud. I tried not to but I couldn’t help myself.”

“When I couldn’t find you yesterday, I was wretched, wild.” His voice was tense and his arms tightened around her. “I feared I wouldn’t be able to find you and that they’d hurt or killed you. I couldn’t have handled that, Maggie. The reason Kennedy was able to blindside me was that I’d panicked.”

She caressed his jaw. “I never doubted you’d find me. Remember Señora Diaz’s blessing? In my heart I know we belong together.”

He rained kissed over her forehead and face. “I believe that now. I want to never be separated from you. I want us to have children and grow old together. Most of all, I want you by my side.”

“Thank you, Cloud. You’ve made me very happy.”

“You’ve already made me the happiest of men. Our life together will be our own adventure forever.”

“Forever will barely be long enough, Cloud. You really are the right agent for me.”

Epilogue

Two weeks later

Maggie waved goodbye to her parents as their train pulled out of the station. At her side, Cloud had his arm around her. They turned and strolled across the street.

“What did Papa say to you when he took you aside today?”

He rubbed his jaw. “I thought for certain I was in for an inquisition. He asked me how I felt about you and what our plans were. He looked pretty solemn and I figured I was in for the beheading you teased me about. Then he extended his hand and said ‘Welcome to the family’. I was so relieved I could barely utter my thanks.”

“He’s always been supportive.”

“But, honey, you’re his precious daughter and I’m the intruder who spirited you away. How did things end with your mother?”

“She actually apologized. I’ve never known her to do that before. It must have been genuinely difficult for her. She agreed that you’re the man for me—even though she reminded me I could have married Prince Sebastian or the Duke of Somerville.”

He offered her a silly grin. “Oh yeah? That makes me pretty special to win out over a prince and a duke.”

She nudged him. “Don’t get too confident. Prince Sebastian prefers men to women. The Duke of Somerville has numerous children out of wedlock, mistresses, and gambles and drinks to excess.”

He clutched his heart and pretended to stagger. “You have cut me down to size, Your Highness.”

She laughed at his antics. “Not really—you’re a duke. What’s better, you’re my duke and I love you to distraction.”

“I love you, Princess of my Heart. Ah, here comes our stage.”

She linked her arm with his. “Good, let’s go catch some bad guys.”

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Caroline’s Mysteries: (Texas)

Almost Home, a Link Dixon mystery

Death In The Garden, a Heather Cameron cozy mystery

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Mail-Order Tangle: Linked books: Mail-Order Promise by Caroline Clemmons and Mail-Order Ruckus by Jacquie Rogers, set in Texas and Idaho, sweet

Orphan Train Brides. Linked books A Family for Merry by Caroline Clemmons and A Family for Polly by Jacquie Rogers, set in Texas, sweet.

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About Caroline Clemmons

Through a crazy twist of fate, Caroline Clemmons was born in town instead of on a Texas ranch. To compensate for this illogical error, she writes about handsome cowboys, feisty ranch women, and scheming villains in a tiny office her family calls her pink cave. She and her Hero live in North Central Texas cowboy country where they ride herd on their three rescued indoor cats as well as providing nourishment outdoors for squirrels, birds, and a collection of wild critters who stop by to visit.

The books she creates in her pink cave have made her an Amazon bestselling author who has won awards. She writes both sweet and sensual romances about the West, both historical and contemporary as well as time travel and mystery. Her series include the Kincaids, McClintocks, Stone Mountain Texas, Bride Brigade, Texas Time Travel, Texas Caprock Tales, Pearson Grove, and Loving A Rancher as well as numerous single titles and contributions to multi-author sets.

When she’s not writing, she loves spending time with her family, reading books written by her friends, eating out, browsing antique malls, checking Facebook, and taking the occasional nap. Find her on her blog, website, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads, Google+, and Pinterest.

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An Agent For Magdala

Pinkerton Matchmaker  Series

Book 37

By

Caroline Clemmons

Copyright © 2019 by Caroline Clemmons

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