3 large egg whites
1 tablespoon sugar
whipped cream, for garnish
1. Grind peppercorns with mortar and pestle.
2. Bring cream, coffee, and pepper to a simmer in a small saucepan. Remove from heat and let steep, covered, 30 minutes. Strain liquid through a finemesh sieve into a bowl, pressing on solids.
3. Melt chocolate in a large bowl. Stir in cream. Cool slightly.
4. Beat egg whites with sugar using an electric mixer until they just hold stiff peaks. Fold into chocolate mixture gently but thoroughly.
5. Spoon mousse into gla.s.ses and chill at least 3 hours. Serve with lightly sweetened whipped cream.
The carriage lamp flickered as the wheels jolted over a rut in the road. Arianna braced herself against the squabs and peered out through the window. Darkness shrouded the surroundings, the moonless night made even more impenetrable by swirls of thick gray fog twisting through the tall hedgerows.
She could smell the river close by, but any water sounds were drowned out by the creak of the harness leather and the thud of the hooves.
How much farther? she wondered.
Her heartbeat kicked up a notch as she pressed a palm to the gla.s.s and wiped away the beads of moisture. The city lights had long receded, leaving naught but indistinct shapes of black against black shifting in the breeze. All she could see was her own taut reflection.
She must be getting close.
Concord"s note explaining the sudden change of venue for this evening"s party had said that the journey from Mayfair would take a little over an hour. Leaning back, Arianna closed her eyes and sought to steady her nerves. That her own personal vendetta had become entangled in a far bigger web of evil was still a little disorienting. In truth, she really shouldn"t care very much anymore-her original motivations had, like so much else in her life, been based on lies. And yet, she found that she did care.
Could Saybrook be right? Could she actually believe in abstract notions like justice?
Arianna shook off the questions. She needed her head clear, her thoughts focused on the coming revelries.
Concord had added several lines below the directions, explaining that the arrival of a valuable shipment from abroad had sparked the idea of holding a special celebration-and that she was among the select few being invited to partic.i.p.ate. An "initiation," he had called it. To see if the rest of the club would approve the offer of a full-fledged membership. Which, he a.s.sured her, would open the portal to every imaginable pleasure.
Fay ce que vouldras-Do as you please.
Her hands knotted together in a tight fist. And if embezzlement, treason, and murder were necessary to achieve one"s desires, then so be it.
The thought of murder made her frown for an instant. Saybrook would likely be angry that she had set off without sending him word about the change in plans. But Concord"s note had come late, and she had been in a rush to ready herself for the carriage ride to Wooburn Moor.
A special ceremony required a special venue. The directions had described an isolated manor house set by the river, well hidden from the main road. No other information had been given, save to say that it belonged to another club member.
Who?
The question recalled what she had read about Francis Dashwood, the original founder of the h.e.l.lfire Club, whose lands in High Wycombe were not far away. She wondered whether the rumors of secret caves cut into the soft chalky stone beneath the old Medmenham Abbey were true. Subterranean chambers of stygian darkness, where the devils could play at will.
"It doesn"t matter whether Saybrook knows or not," she whispered aloud. "I"ve always looked out for myself."
A blaze of torchlight suddenly shone through the misted panes. "Welcome." A masked figure stepped out of the fog to open the carriage door. Arianna didn"t recognize the voice. Likely it was a servant, paid well to keep silent about what went on within the walls of the manor house up ahead.
"This way, madam." He led her along a gravel path and up a set of marble stairs. Taking hold of the bra.s.s knocker-a horned Satan with a monstrous erection-he rapped on the door and then retreated, leaving her standing alone in the gloom.
Several minutes ticked by before the iron-studded oak swung open.
"Ah, Lady W, I am delighted that you accepted the invitation." Concord was dressed in scarlet trousers and matching jacket, the rich fabric giving a reddish gleam to his overbright eyes and oiled hair. A musky scent oozed from the combed curls, a mixture of sandalwood and some exotic sweetness that made her want to gag.
Forcing a smile instead, she replied, "I wouldn"t have missed the opportunity for the world."
He raised his gla.s.s in salute. It held a crystal clear liquid that he quaffed in one gulp. "To a memorable evening," he murmured. "Please help yourself to refreshments. I must have a word with the membership committee and our host about the coming ceremony. I shall join you shortly."
"Of course, sir." Arianna spotted Tipton and Gavin in one of the side alcoves. They were wearing white trousers and jackets, identical in cut to Concord"s clothing.
"But pray," she added, "don"t let them keep you too long."
Concord"s gaze flicked to her cleavage. "Just a few matters of business, and then we may move on to pleasure, Lady Wolcott."
Arianna made her way to the far corner of the drawing room, where an array of drinks were set up on a gilded table festooned with bloodred candles. It was the one bright spot, aswirl with tongues of fire, licking up with silent laughter.
Insatiable, she thought, taking up a gla.s.s of burgundy wine. Men like Concord could never have enough.
The rest of the room was pooled in flickering shadows. She could dimly make out several other people standing together by the curtained windows, but the hooded robes they were wearing made it impossible to make out their ident.i.ties. Whoever they were, they made no acknowledgment of her arrival.
Perhaps it was part of the ritual. She seemed to be the only one attired in evening finery. . . .
The soft swoosh of fabric suddenly intruded on her musings. Arianna felt a p.r.i.c.kling of gooseflesh as a laugh sounded close to her ear.
"Nervous, my dear?" Lady Spencer was wearing a nun"s habit, fashioned out of coal-black cloth. A half-moon of white hung over her shoulders, reflecting the fire-gold glow of the candles up to her face. Even without the highlights, her eyes looked unnaturally bright.
"Perhaps just a little," replied Arianna.
"It is only natural." Two points of red glittered in the center of her dilated pupils. "You are about to enter a whole new world."
"I-I am eager to experience a different life."
"Yes, you appear to have an appet.i.te for pleasure."
Arianna answered with a little laugh.
"Speaking of which, your relative is a very delicious man." A cat-in-the-cream-pot smile twitched on Lady Spencer"s lips as she drank deeply from a large fluted goblet. Her voice had an odd tempo to it-quick, yet strangely slurred. "That sour expression hides a feast of exotic flavors."
"Indeed?" murmured Arianna.
"Oh, yes, his kisses are quite divine." A wink hung for an instant on her kohl-rimmed lashes. "We had to put off a more intimate acquaintance for a bit longer, until he is fully healed. However, I am quite sure that his sword will prove magnificent when it"s unsheathed."
Arianna took a small sip of her wine. "You don"t say?" A discussion of Saybrook"s s.e.xual potential was the last thing she was looking for. Her concentration was all on Concord, and how she might coax some incriminating evidence out of him.
Lady Spencer did not take the hint and move away. "I confess, I am surprised you didn"t grab him for yourself. Don"t you find him attractive?"
How to answer? In her role as rapacious widow, eager for a taste of forbidden fruits, she must not stir any suspicions. "Oh, he has an undeniable physical allure. But there are . . . other complications. Family, you know."
"Yet you aren"t closely related," probed Lady Spencer. "The connection is only by marriage."
"That is part of the problem." She lowered her voice to a confidential whisper, knowing how much her erstwhile employer loved knowing other people"s secrets. "As the nominal head of the family, he wishes to manage my affairs, and I am heartily sick of having a man tell me what to do."
"I don"t blame you," said Lady Spencer with a knowing nod. "We are, after all, much smarter than they are. But never fear, Lady Wolcott. You"ll soon learn that it"s laughably easy to wrap men around your finger."
Arianna looked up through her lashes. "I shall try to watch carefully and pick up a few tricks from you." Flattery was a sure way to stay in the lady"s good graces. "Something tells me you have a wealth of experience in handling the opposite s.e.x."
"Men are primitive creatures. Most of the time they think with their c.o.c.ks and not their brains. So you must use that knowledge to your advantage." Lady Spencer took another thirsty gulp of her drink. "I like coaxing out their deepest, darkest secrets when their guard is down."
Whatever was in the gla.s.s, observed Arianna, it appeared to be loosening the lady"s tongue. Her own senses sharpened. She, too, was experienced in using the same strategy. "I imagine you are very, very good at that."
"Oh, I am, I am." She sidled a little closer, her shoulder kissing up against Arianna. "Take Saybrook-I shall of course enjoy swiving the big, black devil. But I also intend to diddle some information out of him."
"Really?" drawled Arianna. "But he seems like such a bore."
A laugh gurgled in Lady Spencer"s throat. "What if I told you he"s in charge of a secret investigation for the government."
"No!" exclaimed Arianna, exaggerating her disbelief. "Impossible."
"Shhhh." Lady Spencer touched a finger to her lips. "Oh, I a.s.sure you it"s true," she whispered. "It happened at my house. The Prince Regent took ill, and they think he was poisoned."
Arianna gasped.
"Yes, yes, take my word for it." Lady Spencer paused to fan herself. "Lud, is it warm in here?"
"Quite." Taking the lady"s arm, she led her deeper into the alcove and opened one of the bra.s.s-framed windows. "Surely the earl doesn"t suspect you of the crime," she whispered, quickly steering the conversation back to the Prince.
"He"s been terribly closemouthed about the whole thing. But I shall soon be in a position to pump him for information."
Two could play at that game, thought Arianna. Leaning in a little closer, she whispered, "One could hardly blame you if you chose to poison the Prince in a fit of jealousy."
"Jealous of that fat t.u.r.d?" Lady Spencer chuffed a laugh. "I was sleeping with him merely to coax him into using his influence for me."
"In what?" probed Arianna.
Lady Spencer turned her flushed face to the wafting of cool air. "A lady has to look out for herself."
"Oh, yes. Yes," she agreed eagerly. "But it isn"t easy, is it?"
There was a moment of hesitation, and then came an answer. "I was hoping that Prinny, like his brother York, might be willing to indulge in a little bimble-b.u.mble concerning a business matter. Things were going well, until the slimy little slug of a French chef went and ruined everything. I suspect . . ." Lady Spencer turned, and though her eyes were dangerously bright, there was still a sharpness beneath the glitter. "Perhaps we can help each other, Lady Wolcott. You know, use our feminine wiles to the benefit of us both."
"Oh, I should like that very much. How?"
"I could twist Saybrook into doing what you want." Lady Spencer hesitated for a fraction. "While you could do me a small favor. . . ."
"Gladly," said Arianna. "The men make all the rules in this world. But that doesn"t mean we have to play by them."
The remark drew a throaty t.i.tter from Lady Spencer. "I think we are going to be very good friends. The thing is, can you keep a secret?"
Arianna crossed her heart.
"Good." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "This is all hush-hush, but I am involved in a business deal with Concord and several others that promises to be very profitable."
"What sort of deal?" asked Arianna quickly.
"Oh, some shipments involving military supplies," replied Lady Spencer. Her speech was growing more slurred. "I had lent one of the men-let us simply call him Mr. K-some important papers to help with the financial calculations, and when he returned them, he also included some doc.u.ments I wasn"t supposed to know about." A girlish wink. "You see, the Prince wasn"t the only one I was sleeping with. In bed, I got Mr. K to admit that he was working on something bigger than the military deal, and if it all worked out, he would be able to cut Concord out of the new deal."
"What sort of deal?" urged Arianna.
"I don"t know, but it looked important." Her smile returned. "And I could tell that Mr. K was very nervous that I had seen the papers, so I was making a little extra blunt from him for keeping quiet about it." She lowered her voice even more. "Concord has a nasty temper and tends to turn violent if he thinks he is being cheated."
Kellton was cheating Concord? Arianna gave an inward grimace. That didn"t seem to make any sense. But given Lady Spencer"s state of inebriation, perhaps she was getting things garbled. It seemed clear that she knew nothing about the New World trading company.
"How exceedingly clever of you," murmured Arianna. Keep talking, keep talking, she added silently. Saybrook needed to know all the details for his investigation, and she didn"t want to disappoint him.
Lady Spencer nodded. "Yes! But unfortunately Mr. K succ.u.mbed to a fit of apoplexy. And now I fear that Concord suspects I knew about the deception and didn"t tell him. So it"s possible that as a way to get back at me, he bribed my chef to poison the Prince." She frowned. "Or he may have done it for a reason I don"t yet know about."
Arianna thought for a moment. Concord had been in the corridor near the kitchen on the night of the poisoning . But he hadn"t been alone. d.a.m.nation-if only she had been able to make out the other man"s face in the swirl of shadows. Knowing his ident.i.ty might help answer a number of questions.
Noting that Lady Spencer was watching her intently, she curled a cool smile. "Ah, I see what you mean. You would like me to see what dirt I can dig out of Concord."
"You are a sly little puss, aren"t you?"
Arianna let out a little laugh. "I didn"t become a rich widow by being a sweet, biddable little girl."
An answering cackle stirred the air. "Try to find out what his feelings are about me-men do like to talk in bed. And, by the by, try to find out where he"s getting this Devil"s Delight."
"The Devil"s Delight?" repeated Arianna, pretending that she had never heard the name mentioned before.
Lady Spencer tapped her now empty gla.s.s. "It"s a special drug that will bring in a fortune from rich men who crave new excitement. If we can learn who his partner is, and how they get their supplies, we could demand to be part of the deal." Her rouged lips curled up in a quick smile. "You would, of course, get a share of the profits. Do we have a agreement?"
"Oh, yes." How sublimely ironic that the request melded so well with her own intentions. "Be a.s.sured that you can count on me."
Lady Spencer"s low t.i.tter was cut off by a loud laugh. Concord was fast approaching, his boots clicking a staccato tattoo over the polished wood floor.