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felt the side of Merripen's throat and told Win, "His pulse
is stronger.'1
"What about the pain?" Win asked anxiously.
"That should improve quickly." Cam smiled at her as he quoted a Latin phrase, "Pro medicina est dolor,
do-
lorem qui necat"
"The pain that kills pain acts as medicine," Win translated.
"That would make sense only to a Roma," Amelia said,
and Cam grinned.
He took her shoulders in his hands. "You're in charge now, hummingbird. I'm leaving for a little while."
"Right now?" she asked in bewilderment, "But...
where are you going?"
His expression changed. "To find your brother." Amelia stared at him with mingled gratitude and
concern. "Perhaps you should rest first. You traveled all night. It may take a long tune to find him."
"No it won't." His eyes glinted with irony. "Your brother is hardly one to cover his tracks."
CHAPTER TWENTY
Approximately six hours after his search for Leo had begun, Cam knocked at the front door of a
prosperous manor farm. A piece of tavern gossip had led to someone who had seen Ramsay with
someone else, and they had gone to another place, where their plans had been overheard, and so forth,
until finally the trait had led to this place.
The large Tudor house, with the date 1620 inscribed over the door, was located almost ten miles from
Stony Cross Park. From the information Cam had gathered, the farm had once belonged to a noble
Hampshire family, but had been sold out of necessity to a London merchant. It served as a retreat for the
merchant's dissipated sons and their playmates.
Hardly a surprise that Leo had been drawn to such
company.
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The door was opened, and a trout-faced butler appeared. His lips twisted disdainfully as he saw Cam.
"Your kind isn't welcome here."
"That's fortunate, since I don't intend to stay long. I've come to collect Lord Ramsay."
"There is no Ramsay here." The butler began to close the door, bul Cam braced a hand on it.
"Tall. Light eyes. Ruddy-complexioned. Probably reeking of spirits "
"1 have seen no one of that description." "Then let me speak to your master." "He is not al home."
"Look," Cam said irritably, 'T m here on behalf of Lord Ramsay's family. They want him back. God
knows why. Give him to me, and I'll leave you in peace."
"If they want him," the butler said frostily, "let them send a proper servant. Not a filthy Gypsy."
Cam rubbed the corners of his eyes with his free hand and sighed. "We can do this the easy way or the
hard way. Frankly, I'd rather not go through unnecessary exertion. All I ask is that you allow me five
minutes to find the bastard and take him off your hands." "'Begone with you!"
After another foiled attempt to close the door, the butler reached for a silver bell on the hall table. A few
seconds later, two burly footmen appeared.
"Show this vermin out at once," the butler commanded. Cam removed his coat and tossed it onto one of
the built-in benches lining the entrance hall.
The first footman charged him. In a few practiced movements, Cam landed a right cross on his jaw,
flipped him, and sent him to a groaning heap on the floor.
The second footman approached Cam with considerably more caution than the first.
"Which is your dominant arm?" Cam asked. The footman looked startled. "Why do you want to know?"
"I'd prefer to break the one you don't use as often."
The footman's eyes bulged, and he retreated, giving the butler a pleading glance.
The butler glared at Cam. "You have five minutes. Retrieve your master and go."
"Ramsay isn't my master," Cam muttered. "He's a pain in my arse."
'They've been in the same room for days," the footman, whose name was George, told Cam as they
ascended a flight of carpeted stairs. "Food sent in, whores coming and going, empty wine bottles
everywhere ... and the stench of opium smoke all through the entire upper floor. You'll want to cover
your eyes when you enter the room, sir." "Because of the smoke?" ,
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