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and Tom had decamped to his family’s country estate, which meant only Trevor, Rayley, Emma, and<br />
Geraldine would sit around the evening table. Although he was fond of the two younger men, Trevor<br />
had to admit that it was a pleasant variation to have a party of four. The room was so quiet that he<br />
could hear the sound of Emma humming something pleasant. A scrap of a holiday carol, no doubt.<br />
“You see, gentlemen,” she said, having attached the final candle to the top of the tree and daintily<br />
descending the ladder. “When the candles are lit, it is meant to bring to mind the image of stars<br />
twinkling through the tree branches. That sight was the inspiration for the carol Silent Night.”<br />
“I don’t know the tune,” Rayley admitted, sinking down beside Trevor on the settee and reaching for<br />
his pipe. “Is that what you were humming?”<br />
But before she could answer, there was a knock at the door. Not the leisurely knock of a social<br />
visitor, but a rapping that was persistent, almost frantic, and Trevor instinctively tensed, his hand<br />
gripping the base of his brandy glass. Gage abandoned the ladder and went to the door and a moment<br />
later Geraldine’s friend Tess Arborton dashed into the room, clearly in agitation. She had not<br />
relinquished her wrap to Gage, but rather stood dripping and trembling before them, peering out from<br />
beneath the brim of her feathered hat.<br />
“Tess, dear, what a pleasant surprise,” Geraldine said, with a quizzical frown. “Will you join us for<br />
dinner? We were just about to go in.”<br />
“I cannot have dinner,” Tess said, her eyes darting wildly around the room as if it were a<br />
preposterous suggestion. As if, in fact, she might never eat again. “I am sorry to come upon you<br />
without notice and in such a ridiculous state, but I didn’t know where else to turn. My daughter is<br />
missing.”<br />
“Missing?” Geraldine echoed, as Emma turned to pour their sudden guest a glass of sherry.<br />
“Well, not missing entirely, for I know where she is,” Tess said, pulling off her hat and wiping drops<br />
of water from her cheeks. It was unclear if they were the result of tears or melting snowflakes. “But<br />
she shouldn’t be there, not at all, and if a young girl is somewhere she has no business being, isn’t that<br />
the same as being missing entirely?”<br />
It was a bewildering question, but fortunately Emma was quick with the sherry, so they all had a<br />
moment to compose themselves while Tess gulped it.<br />
“Are her children gone with her?” Trevor inquired, for he knew Tess’s daughter had given birth to<br />
twins a year earlier. The event had played an accidental but pivotal role into the Yard’s investigation<br />
of the infamous case of Jack the Ripper.<br />
“Children?” Tess said in bewilderment, but she allowed Emma to take her wrap from her and<br />
Geraldine to escort her gently but firmly to a seat by the fire. “Oh no,” she said finally, once she<br />
realized what he was asking. “You are speaking of my elder daughter, my Marjorie. She’s exactly<br />
where one would expect her to be, at home with her husband and her boys. It’s my younger girl,<br />
Anne, who has fled. I shouldn’t have come,” she repeated, looking around the room as tears began<br />
rising again, perhaps triggered by the mere act of saying Anne’s name aloud. “But Gerry, I knew you<br />
had friends of the sort who might…”