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The author of The Secret History of the Pink Carnation continues the romantic adventures of England's greatest spy with a newly arrived adversary from France, the murderous Black Tulip.
The Pink Carnation, history's most elusive spy and England's only hope for preventing a Napoleonic invasion, returns in Lauren Willig's dazzling imaginative new historical romance. The Masque of the Black Tulip opens with the murder of a courier from the London War Office, his confidential dispatch for the Pink Carnation stolen. Meanwhile, the Black Tulip, France's deadliest spy, is in England with instructions to track down and kill the Pink Carnation. Only Henrietta Uppington and Miles Dorrington know where the Pink Carnation is stationed. Using a secret code book, Henrietta has deciphered a message detailing the threat of the Black Tulip. Meanwhile, the War Office has enlisted Miles to track down the notorious French spy before he (or she) can finish the deadly mission. But what Henrietta and Miles don't know is that while they are trying to find the Black Tulip (and possibly falling in love), the Black Tulip is watching them.
Willig picks up where she left readers breathlessly hanging with 2005's The Secret History of the Pink Carnation. After discovering the identity of the Pink Carnation, one of England's most successful spies during the Napoleonic wars, modern-day graduate student Eloise Kelly is hot on the trail of the Black Tulip, the Pink Carnation's French counterpart. While researching the archives of dashing-but-grumpy Colin Selwick (a descendant of the Selwick spy family), Eloise learns that spy Purple Gentian (Richard Selwick) safely retired to the countryside; meanwhile, the Pink Carnation continues her mission with the help of Richard's younger sister. Spirited Henrietta Selwick discovers that the Black Tulip has resurfaced after a 10-year silence with the intent of eliminating the Pink Carnation. Miles Dorrington (Richard's best friend) works for the War Office and is directed to unearth the deadly spy. As he and Henrietta investigate, they try to deny their attraction for each other-and avoid becoming the Black Tulip's next victims. Hero and heroine can be quite silly, and there are overlong ballroom shenanigans aplenty; like last time, Eloise and Colin's will-they-won't-they dance isn't nearly as interesting as what takes place in 1803. No matter. Willig knows her audience; Regency purists may gnash their teeth in frustration, but many more will delight in this easy-to-read romp and line up for the next installment. (Jan.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
More Reviews and RecommendationsThere’s nothing quaint about the “bodice ripping” romances that Lauren Willig pens in her popular Pink Carnation books. She infuses her historical love story/espionage mysteries with so much modern wit and character complexity that they transcend worn-out clichés about heaving bosoms.
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September 27, 2009: I have enjoyed this installment of Lauren Willig's mystery romance set in two different time periods, yet intertwined. I like the way her characters carry from one book to the other. She also blends the tension and romance well. I have read four of the five and can't wait to read book five and the sixth which is soon due. I also have shared them with friends who enjoyed them as well.
I Also Recommend: El Dorado, The Elusive Pimpernel, The Triumph Of The Scarlet Pimpernel, No Choice but Seduction, Scarlet Pimpernel (Barnes & Noble Classics Series).
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July 04, 2009: I really enjoyed the first book. I was very disappointed not long into this book. I forced myself to finish in hopes that it would get better if I just read a little farther. I still liked the first one enough to give the third one a try.
Name:
Lauren Willig
Current Home:
New York, New York and Cambridge, Massachusetts
Date of Birth:
March 28, 1977
Place of Birth:
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Education:
B.A., Yale University, 1999; M.A., Harvard University, 2001
Although she may not have realized it at the time, Lauren Willig had her life pretty clearly mapped out when she was a mere nine-year-old. That's when she completed her first "novel" -- 300 handwritten pages of a Nancy Drew-inspired mystery titled The Night the Clock Struck Death featuring not one, but two teenage sleuths. (Twin detectives, if you please!) She sent it off to Simon & Schuster -- who promptly sent it back. "I was utterly crushed for at least a week," the young author admits.
Crushed, perhaps, but apparently the pull of becoming a writer was considerably stronger than the sting of rejection. Several years later, while she was in grad school, Willig began work on another novel -- although she wasn't sure which novel it would be. "There were three contenders: one, the Pink Carnation; another, a mystery novel set at Yale; and the third, a historical novel set around a group of Luddites in 1812. The Yalie mystery novel nearly won out... but the image of a masked spy on a rope tipped the balance the other way, and The Pink Carnation was born."
A witty melding of espionage thriller, swashbuckler, and the kind of classic "bodice-ripping" romance novels she first discovered at the tender age of six, The Secret History of the Pink Carnation was published in 2005. The premise is irresistible: A modern grad student researching her dissertation in London stumbles on the identity of a mysterious English spy from the Napoleonic Wars. With its clever book-within-a-book format, Willig's novel was an instant sensation. Almost immediately, she penned the sequel, The Masque of the Black Tulip. Willig was off and running with a hot and sexy – not to mention bestselling -- series.
Although the Pink Carnation books build on one another, each story focuses on a different pair of lovers and can be read as a stand-alone. Willig tries to weave in any information from previous installments that might be key to understanding the characters or plot. All her books have become Romantic Times Top Picks. In 2006 Lauren was nominated for a Quill Award.
Even before she committed her stories to paper, Willig was amusing herself with her very own fiction in the privacy of her head. "I remember lying in bed, staring up at the underside of my canopy, composing complicated narratives complete with dialogue, generally based on whatever movie I had just seen," she told The Readers Place.com. "Star Wars spawned weeks' worth of bedtime dramas in which I starred as Princess Lea's best friend. Who would, of course, wind up with Luke Skywalker as co-ruler of the Universe -- you know what they say, if you're going to dream, dream big."
According to Willig's official biography, she is a Native New Yorker. However, she admits that this isn't entirely true being that she was actually born in Philadelphia -- a fact that her "real" Native New Yorker siblings aren't quick to let Lauren forget.
Some fun and fascinating outtakes from our interview with Willig:
"Like my modern heroine, Eloise, I spent a year in England doing research for my dissertation (mine is about Royalist conspiracies during the English Civil Wars in the 1640s), and living in a little basement flat in Bayswater. Unlike Eloise, on my very first week in London, I ate a bad kebab, and got so sick that I wound up briefly back in the States, on the same medicine they give people who have anthrax poisoning. Not exactly an auspicious beginning...."
"I still don't have a driver's license. Having grown up in Manhattan, there was never any need of it -- other than as a means of getting into bars, and learning to drive seemed a bit extreme just to get a drink. Of course, that was before I moved to Cambridge for grad school and realized that in other parts of the world, you can't just walk into the middle of the street, stick your arm up into the air, and, lo!, immediate transportation appears. Since I really don't want to have to learn how to drive, I've decided the only remedy is just to live in Manhattan for the rest of my life."
"Many years ago, at my Yale college interview, the interviewer took one look at my resume, and announced, ‘You can't be a writer.'
Getting a little panicky -- since no one takes kindly to having their life's dream flung in their face -- I blurted out, ‘Why not?'
‘Writers,' he said firmly, ‘are introverts. You,' he indicated the long list of clubs on my resume, Drama Club, Choral Club, Forensics, interschool plays and public speaking competitions, ‘are not.'"
"It is true; I've never been able to resist a stage. There are embarassing videos (which may have to be confiscated and burnt at some point) from various family weddings, where I, as a wee child, coopted the microphone to serenade the wedding guests with off-key renderings of "Memory" (from Cats). It's a wonder I lived past the age of ten without being murdered by a bride wielding a sharpened cake knife. Point me to a podium, and I can talk indefinitely (and usually do, as anyone who was with me in the Yale Political Union can verify). I simpered through Gilbert & Sullivan Society productions, taught drama to small tots through Yale Drama Hands-On Theatre Workshop, and was chairman of a debating society in college. And those were only the official performances. Recently, I appeared in a toga and bare feet (well, really a chiton, but why be picky?) in front of a hundred-odd people at the law school to argue a mock Athenian trial. And, yes, those pictures will also be confiscated and burnt -- as soon as I find out where my camera-happy friends hid them."
"I've always had trouble with the ‘writer as introvert' trope. I argued then, and still believe now, that the performative arts and creative writing have a great deal in common. After all, music, drama, public speaking, writing... all involve words! My interviewer wasn't too impressed by that argument, but there is a bit more to it than that. Singing and public speaking create an enhanced awareness for the rhythm of language. As for drama, how better to get inside one's characters' heads than to walk in their footsteps? Frequently, while writing, I'll tumble out of my chair (literally -- my chair isn't all that sturdy) and act out bits of a scene for a more concrete grasp of a character's movements. Most of all, acting, singing, and writing all involve the desire to get out there and share a story, a desire that can't be balked by the threat of rotton tomatoes, or even bad reviews."
What was the book that most influenced your life or your career as a writer?
It would have to be E.L. Koenigsburg's A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver in which various historical characters, perched on a particularly fluffy cloud, entertain themselves by recalling the tumultuous life of Eleanor of Aquitaine. My father gave it to me when I was six, and I remember starting it with no great enthusiasm -- medieval characters sitting on clouds? How could that possibly compete with Nancy Drew?
By the time I was halfway through the first chapter, I was well and truly hooked. Kings, crusaders, troublesome clerics.... I re-read it so devotedly that half the pages fell out, and innocent passers-by were assaulted with detailed accounts of the familial relationships of the Plantagenets. I wanted desperately to go back in time, but if I couldn't, the next best thing was to write about it myself. I promptly set about writing a sequel -- from the point of view of Eleanor's horse, Beau Noir.
Although I've abandoned the equine viewpoint as a literary device, all of the elements that are most central to my own books can be traced back to that first excursion into historical fiction. A Proud Taste for Scarlet and Miniver had it all: a vibrant historical setting, humor (I still remember laughing myself silly over the characters complaining that television antennae interfered with their ability to view human affairs), a strong heroine, and, come to think of it, even a quasi-modern framing device....
What are your ten favorite books, and what makes them special to you?
Only ten? When I was little, I used to keep ranked lists of favorite books, but these days, I have more of a revolving pantheon of much beloved books and favorite authors. For example, I'm currently a bit obsessed with Kasey Michaels' Maggie books (although the thought of one of my own characters showing up unannounced in my living room caused me a momentary panic), last month was all Jo Beverly all the time, and the month before that was an early-20th-century England kick: Brideshead Revisited, Stella Gibbons's Cold Comfort Farm, Angela Carter's Wise Children, excessive quantities of Jeeves and Wooster, and lots of Nancy Mitford. But if I had to narrow it down, here are a handful of books that have been keepers for a long, long time....
What are some of your favorite films, and what makes them unforgettable to you?
I have an insatiable appetite for BBC costume dramas. Dress the actors up, give them witty dialogue, and put them in a ballroom, and I will watch for hours, like a cat in front of a washing machine. Add a few duels, and I may never leave the couch again. Whenever I hit a major snag in the writing, I go back to Persuasion and the Anthony Andrews Scarlet Pimpernel. The former does a brilliant job of conveying those tiny gestures crucial to any good love story: the hand on the small of the back, the hastily averted glance, all the almost unnoticed communications that build up to the explosion of emotion in Captain Wentworth's hastily penned letter. As for the latter... duels. Need I say more?
What types of music do you like? Is there any particular kind you like to listen to when you're writing?
My tastes in music run the gamut, from Elizabethan madrigals to Cole Porter to whatever that song was on Z100 last week. I'm particularly fond of the baroque composers and happy, bouncy 80's music. While working, I switch back and forth depending on mood. If I'm deeply immersed in the story, and don't want the background to intrude, I'll put on Bach or Handel; if my coffee hasn't kicked in and I need a boost, I'll crank up the Legally Blonde soundtrack or No Doubt's greatest hits.
What are your favorite kinds of books to give -- and get -- as gifts?
Although fiction is my first love, and I read it in massive piles, there's something very personal about the fiction selection process, involving a great deal of wandering through bookstores, picking things up, flipping through at random, tripping over people sitting in the aisles, and apologizing profusely. So I prefer to give -- and get --nonfiction, preferably the sorts of glossy hardcovers that people might want, but consider too self-indulgent to buy for themselves, like the complete book of New Yorker cartoons, or the latest biography of Ruskin. Delving into a pile of new books after a holiday, books that I would never have chosen for myself, always calls to mind Keats' "Much have I traveled in the realms of gold." They bring with them the thrill of undiscovered kingdoms waiting to be explored.
Do you have any special writing rituals? For example, what do you have on your desk when you're writing?
My rituals are relatively mundane. As a tea addict, on days when I'm going to be staying in and working all day, I generally brew a big pot, cover it with my tea cosy, and wander over at intervals to refill (since I live in a studio, the wandering doesn't involve much movement). I generally know the writing is going well when I come to myself to realize that the tea is entirely gone and I have no recollection of having drunk any of it. I also always sit cross-legged on my desk chair while I write, a habit that dates back as long as I've been writing fiction. Since my desk chair is on the rickety side -- and wheels -- this poses a real danger of concussion, but the habit is too ingrained to break.
When I get stuck, occasionally my laptop and I go on pilgrimages to local purveyors of caffeine (I only recently made the exciting discovery that the point of a laptop is that it doesn't have to live on my desk all the time), where I get very picky about my favorite tables, drink too much coffee, and generally terrify the people around me by making strange faces at my computer screen while trying to figure out exactly how my character would have sneered while delivering that last scathing insult.
Many writers are hardly "overnight success" stories. How long did it take for you to get where you are today? Any rejection-slip horror stories or inspirational anecdotes?
What literary career would be complete without a rejection slip story? Mine has a bit of a twist to it. It happened when I was nine. I had just finished my first complete novel, a Nancy Drew imitation entitled The Night the Clock Struck Death. I was convinced it was the best thing since... well, Nancy Drew, so I bundled up all three hundred hand-written pages, and sent them off to Simon & Schuster, visions of "Youngest Author Ever!" dancing through my head. They sent it back. I was crushed, convinced my literary career was Over Forever. It took me another three years before I was ready to tackle another book length work of fiction. By then, I had moved onto Victoria Holt, so it was a gothic called The Chateau Secret, complete with naïve young governess and family skeletons (some of the literal variety) tumbling out of every available closet.
By the time I wrote The Secret History of the Pink Carnation, I was slightly more savvy. After years of reading Writers Digest, and a summer interning at Tor Books, slogging through their slush pile, I knew that one didn't just ship off one's complete manuscript to a publisher and expect bells and whistles to start going off. I had just bought an Agent's Market and begun diligently listing names and crafting query letters -- when a very old friend of mine quietly handed off a copy of the manuscript to a friend of hers, who happened to be an agent.
And the rest is history....
What tips or advice do you have for writers still looking to be discovered?
My advice would be: don't listen to advice! I've seen so many people tie themselves into knots, trying to follow the "rules" of their genre or contort their work to conform to a perceived trend. Write the story you want to tell, in a way that pleases you -- you, after all, are the one living with this plot and these characters for months on end, as you delve into their heads and the messier bits of their lives. Reading -- reading broadly, in a variety of genres and styles -- is the best education for any author, and the only real training is to write, write, and write some more.
The Barnes & Noble Review
In this sequel to her delightful debut novel, The Secret History of the Pink Carnation, Lauren Willig brings all the exuberance of a swashbuckler movie to the page -- action, romance, intrigue, swordplay, and history.
As modern-day graduate student Eloise Kelly goes through the Selwick archive, she uncovers the story of Lady Henrietta Selwick, who ultimate unmasks the identity of the Black Tulip, France's deadliest spy circa 1803. Henrietta had been angling to become involved in the war effort against Napoleon ever since her brother's exploits as the Purple Gentian; her cousin Jane spied most productively as the Pink Carnation. This left both Henrietta and Miles Dorrington, her brother's best friend, at home, on the shelf, and dying for action. How Henrietta deciphers secret messages and how she and Miles track down the notorious spy, all the while falling in love, makes for a wonderful romp through history. Ginger Curwen
The author of The Secret History of the Pink Carnation continues the romantic adventures of England's greatest spy with a newly arrived adversary from France, the murderous Black Tulip.
The Pink Carnation, history's most elusive spy and England's only hope for preventing a Napoleonic invasion, returns in Lauren Willig's dazzling imaginative new historical romance. The Masque of the Black Tulip opens with the murder of a courier from the London War Office, his confidential dispatch for the Pink Carnation stolen. Meanwhile, the Black Tulip, France's deadliest spy, is in England with instructions to track down and kill the Pink Carnation. Only Henrietta Uppington and Miles Dorrington know where the Pink Carnation is stationed. Using a secret code book, Henrietta has deciphered a message detailing the threat of the Black Tulip. Meanwhile, the War Office has enlisted Miles to track down the notorious French spy before he (or she) can finish the deadly mission. But what Henrietta and Miles don't know is that while they are trying to find the Black Tulip (and possibly falling in love), the Black Tulip is watching them.
Willig picks up where she left readers breathlessly hanging with 2005's The Secret History of the Pink Carnation. After discovering the identity of the Pink Carnation, one of England's most successful spies during the Napoleonic wars, modern-day graduate student Eloise Kelly is hot on the trail of the Black Tulip, the Pink Carnation's French counterpart. While researching the archives of dashing-but-grumpy Colin Selwick (a descendant of the Selwick spy family), Eloise learns that spy Purple Gentian (Richard Selwick) safely retired to the countryside; meanwhile, the Pink Carnation continues her mission with the help of Richard's younger sister. Spirited Henrietta Selwick discovers that the Black Tulip has resurfaced after a 10-year silence with the intent of eliminating the Pink Carnation. Miles Dorrington (Richard's best friend) works for the War Office and is directed to unearth the deadly spy. As he and Henrietta investigate, they try to deny their attraction for each other-and avoid becoming the Black Tulip's next victims. Hero and heroine can be quite silly, and there are overlong ballroom shenanigans aplenty; like last time, Eloise and Colin's will-they-won't-they dance isn't nearly as interesting as what takes place in 1803. No matter. Willig knows her audience; Regency purists may gnash their teeth in frustration, but many more will delight in this easy-to-read romp and line up for the next installment. (Jan.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
In this sequel to The Secret History of the Pink Carnation, Harvard Ph.D. candidate Eloise Kelly travels to the Selwick home in England to look at the family's manuscript collection in hopes of learning more about the British spy the Pink Carnation. This time, the research and the story focus on Henrietta Selwick, the sister of Richard Selwick, the renowned (and fictional) Purple Gentian, and his best friend Miles Dorrington. Henrietta is currently serving as a courier for the Pink Carnation, and Miles continues to work at the War Office, trying to detect French spies and protect England from the wrath of Napoleon. Both want more adventure in their lives, and they find it when the War Office determines that the Black Tulip, one of France's most dangerous assassins, is out to kill the Pink Carnation and the Carnation's associates, including Miles and Henrietta. Though it has its moments, The Masque of the Black Tulip does not live up to the earlier book. There is another sequel planned, but the many loose ends and abrupt conclusion here will leave listeners frustrated. Kate Reading does her normal masterful job with a less-than-successful story. Libraries will want this title to meet demand. Danna Bell-Russel, Library of Congress Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
After her pleasant debut chronicling England's most elusive spy (The Secret History of the Pink Carnation, 2005), Willig is back with a second installment, this time featuring the Black Tulip, France's deadliest secret agent. Harvard graduate student Eloise Kelly is searching the archives in hopes of learning more about the Pink Carnation for her much delayed dissertation. Instead, she finds the Napoleonic-era correspondence between 20-year-old Lady Henrietta Selwick and the spy, which reveals that after a two-year silence, France's Black Tulip is planning murder. Unfortunately, no one knows the Black Tulip's identity. Lady Henrietta, who longs to be a spy, decides to unmask the secret agent before he or she strikes. Unbeknownst to Henrietta, the war office has asked Miles Dorrington, Henrietta's best friend and soon-to-be-beau, to solve the case. Is Lord Vaughn, the well known rake who favors masquerade balls, the Black Tulip? Or is it the beautiful Marquise de Montval, she of the immodest necklines? Or could it be the unlikely "Turnip" Fitzhugh, the foppish dandy? Willig's delightful plot takes Lady Henrietta to spy school, to the brink of a ruined reputation and on to romantic happiness. It's clear that alone or together, Henrietta and Miles are a force to be reckoned with. As for Eloise, the protagonist who sets off the novel within a novel, she is so little used that when she does appear, she seems to interrupt the espionage adventure. Perhaps in the third installment, the author will devote more time to this deserving 21st-century archivist. With such appealing characters and plots, one fears that Willig, currently a Harvard Law student and History Ph.D. candidate, will never getthose degrees.
Loading...2. How does Lauren Willig create an aura of mystery and suspensesurrounding "The Black Tulip"?
3. In chapters five and six, we are introduced to severalcharacters-Turnip, the Marquise de Montval and Lord Vaughn-who might be "The Black Tulip?" Who do you suspect?
4. How does the ironic tone and humor contribute to the novel?Week Two
5. At the beginning of each chapter, we are given the definition of aword taken from the Personal Codebook of the Pink Carnation. For example,chapter eleven begins with "Quadrille: a deadly dance of deceit." How do these quotations enhance the story?
6. How does Henrietta and Miles' story parallel Eloise and Colin'sstory?
7. In chapter twenty, we switch briefly to the Pink Carnation's point of view. Why does Lauren Willig choose to do this?
8. Were you surprised at The Black Tulip's real identity?
9. At the end of the novel, The Black Tulip escapes. Wheredoes Eloise believe the Black Tulip is headed and who might the Black Tulip meet?
10. Will Colin call Eloise?
11. In the Historical Note at the end of The Masque of the Black Tulip, Lauren Willig explains that "although the Scarlet Pimpernel, the Purple Gentian and the Pink Carnation are all fictitious, there were flower-named spies romping across the Channel." What other historical details contribute to the story's authenticity?
Miles rested one booted leg against the opposite knee, trying not to look disappointed. He had been hoping for something more along the lines of, "Bonaparte is poised to invade England, and we need you to stop him!" Ah, well, a man could dream.
"Surely, that's a matter for the Bow Street Runners?"
Wickham fished a worn scrap of paper from the debris on his desk. "Do you recognize this?"
Miles peered down at the tiny fragment. On closer inspection, it wasn't even anything so grand as a fragment; it was more of a fleck, a tiny triangle of paper with a jagged end on one side, where it had been torn from something larger.
"No," he said.
"Look again," said Wickham. "We found it snagged on a pin on the inside of the murdered man's coat."
It was no wonder the murderer had overlooked the lost portion; it was scarcely a centimeter long, and no writing remained. At least, no writing that was discernable as such. Along the tear, a thick black stroke swept down and then off to the side. It might be the lower half of an uppercase script "I", or a particularly elaborate "T."
Miles was just about to admit ignorance for a second time-in the hopes that Wickham wouldn't ask him a third-when recognition struck. Not the lower half of an "I", but the stem of a flower. A very particular, stylized flower. A flower Miles hadn't seen in a very long time, and had hoped never to see again.
"The Black Tulip." The name tasted like hemlock on Miles' tongue. He repeated it, testing it for weight after years of disuse. "It can't be the Black Tulip. I don't believe it. It's been too long."
"The Black Tulip," countered Wickham, "is always most deadly after a silence."
Miles couldn't argue with that. The English in France had been most on edge, not when the Black Tulip acted, but when he didn't. Like the grey calm before thunder, the Black Tulip's silence generally presaged some new and awful ill. Austrian operatives had been found dead, minor members of the royal family captured, English spies eliminated, all without fuss or fanfare. For the past two years, the Black Tulip had maintained a hermetic silence.
Miles grimaced.
"Precisely," said Wickham. He extricated the scrap of paper from Miles' grasp, returning it to its place of his desk. "The murdered man was one of our operatives. We had inserted him into the household of a gentleman known for his itinerant tendencies."
Miles rocked forward in his chair. "Who found him?"
Wickham dismissed the question with a shake of his head. "A scullery maid from the kitchen of a neighboring house; she had no part in it."
"Had she witnessed anything out of the ordinary?"
"Aside from a dead body?" Wickham smiled grimly. "No. Think of it, Dorrington. Ten houses-at one of which, by the way, a card party was in progress-several dozen servants coming and going, and not one of them heard anything out of the ordinary. What does that suggest to you?"
Miles thought hard. "There can't have been a struggle, or someone in one of the neighboring houses would have noticed. He can't have called out, or someone would have heard. I'd say our man knew his killer." A hideous possibility occurred to Miles. "Could our chap have been a double agent? If the French thought he had outlived his usefulness..."
The bags under Wickham's eyes seemed to grow deeper. "That," he said wearily, "is always a possibility. Anyone can turn traitor given the right circumstances-or the right price. Either way, we find ourselves with our old enemy in the heart of London. We need to know more. Which is where you come in, Dorrington."
"At your disposal."
Ah, the time had come. Now Wickham would ask him to find the footman's murderer, and he could make suave assurances about delivering the Black Tulip's head on a platter, and...
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