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very much in awe of the distinguished Lord in his establishment.
           Creighton jerked him up by his cravat and squeezed it tightly.  “I will be back with the law.”  He then bowed back slightly and turned on his heel to rush to the bank and to the watch.  He was so angry he could not stay or he would kill the man.
          “No we do not know this Mister Crawley.  I assure you we try to take care of our own business in house. I am Mister Rapene and I was the gentleman that visited the house this morning.  I am our adjuster and assessor. The house and all the contents was impounded for the debts but I don’t think it will be enough.” 
         Creighton flexed his muscles and clenched his hands into fists. His face was filled with rage and he flushed red with it.  He spoke each word slowly and deliberately.
         “Do you know a Mister Crawley?”
         Mister Rapene swallowed hard and looked at the furious Lord, taking a step back as the Lord drew closer to stand over him.
         “ I am Lord Creighton Brewster, the Sixth Earl of Brawley, my father is the Duke of Chelsea so if there is more debt just send the bills to me.  I will take care of this, myself.  I will also check into every detail of the debts with my solicitors, so I suggest that everything be in order.  Do you understand my meaning?”  His eyes narrowed on the man before him in more meaning than he could say.  He wanted to throttle someone, anyone.
         “Yes…my Lord…yes of course…everything will be in order.  I assure you.” Mister Rapene fidgeted nervously and sat.  He looked up at the furious Lord and shook his head.
         “Please do not upset yourself.  Is there anything we can do to help you recover Miss Grace?” Mister Rapene was visibly paler and his eyes widened in alarm.
          “Tell me where this scum, Mister Crawley lives?  I want to visit his home with the watch.  Kidnapping is a criminal offense.”  Creighton raised his eyebrow and fisted his hands.  He was about to hit the nasty man if he did not tell him where she was.
       “Yes, my Lord, he lives by the wharf on Grant Road in Cheapside.  I would suggest you take the watch with you.” Mister Rapene gulped and wiped his brow with his handkerchief before pouring a glass of brandy for himself.  He offered a glass to the gent.
         Creighton shook his head and paced to the window. “I intend doing just that and you better pray that the young lady is unharmed.  I will have your head if she is hurt.” 
         Creighton marched to the window again and looked out on the city.  How could this happen to one as innocent as Miss Grace.  He had horrible thoughts of what this man could be doing to her and he was unable to stop it.  Grabbing his great cape, gloves and hat, he turned and then glared at the man while stomping his boots to the doors.  He would rescue her.  She meant more to him than should be in such a short time.  She was so innocent, beautiful and gracious.  Her lips were the softest and warmest he had ever touched.  He remembered how he had felt her breath on his cheek when he turned from their kiss and he knew she was the one. If he could only hold her in his arms again, and keep her safe for the rest of his days.  He would devote his life to her.  He had to find her.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
         “Please Mister Crawley, let me out of this room.  I am going to start screaming again.  Let me out of here at once.  I have done nothing to deserve such treatment.  If you saw me at my father’s, you know this.  I am innocent of anything you have imagined I did to you. Surely sir, you see the stupidity in this. Someone will come looking for me.”
         Vicky paced the floor and cried.  She had cried more in the last two days than in all her eighteen years.  What was this man going to do to her?  He had mauled her with his hands but