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risk. If the company had not been fully investigated and appropriately vouched for, then the investment was certainly unwise. I do not, however, see your problem.”
    â€œThe problem lies in the fact that the amount promised is considerably more than the present total worth of the earldom.”
    Gabriel looked again at the amount written on the note and swiftly recalculated, but he hadn’t misread. “If this sum will clean out the earldom’s coffers, then . . .”
    â€œPrecisely,” the countess said with the decisiveness that seemed characteristic. “I mentioned that my husband was fond of speculating. The family has for more than a decade existed on the very brink of financial ruin, from before I married into it. After our marriage, I discovered the truth. After that, I oversaw all financial matters. Between us, my husband’s agent and I were able to hold things together and keep the family’s head above water.”
    Her voice hardened in a vain attempt to hide her vulnerability. “That note, however, would be the end. Our problem in a nutshell is that the note does indeed appear legal, in which case, if it is executed and the money called in, the family will be bankrupt.”
    â€œWhich is why you don’t wish me to know your name.”
    â€œYou know the haut ton—we move in the same circles. If any hint of our financial straits, even leaving aside the threat of the note, was to become common knowledge, the family would be socially ruined. The children would never be able to take their rightful places in our world.”
    The call to arms was a physical tug. Gabriel shifted. “Children. You mentioned Charles, the youthful earl. What others?”
    She hesitated, then said, “There are two girls, Maria and Alicia—we’re in town now because they’re to be presented. I’ve saved for years so they could have their come-outs . . .” Her voice suspended. After a moment, she continued, “And there are two others still in the schoolroom, and an older cousin, Seraphina; she’s part of the family, too.”
    Gabriel listened, more to her tone than her words. Her devotion sounded clearly—the caring, the commitment. The anxiety. Whatever else the countess was concealing, she couldn’t hide that.
    Raising the note, he studied the signature of the company’s chairman. Composed of bold, harsh strokes, the signature was illegible, certainly not one he knew. “You didn’t say why you thought I could help.”
    His tone was vague—he’d already guessed the answer.
    She straightened her shoulders. “We—our agent and I—believe the company is a fraud, a venture undertaken purely to milk funds from gullible investors. The note itself is suspicious in that neither the company’s address nor its principals are noted, and there’s also the fact that a legitimate speculative company accepting a promissory note for such an amount would have sought some verification that the amount could indeed be paid.”
    â€œNo check was made?”
    â€œIt would have been referred to our agent. As you might imagine, our bank has been in close touch with him for years. We’ve checked as far as we can without raising suspicions and found nothing to change our view. The Central East Africa Gold Company looks like a fraud.” She drew in a tight breath. “And if that’s so, then if we can gather enough evidence to prove it and present such evidence in the Chancery Court, the promissory note could be declared invalid. But we must succeed before the note is executed, and it’s already over a year since it was signed.”
    Rerolling the note, Gabriel considered her; despite the veil and cloak, he felt he knew a great deal of her. “Why me?”
    He handed her the note; she took it, slipping it once more under her cloak. “You’ve built something of a reputation for exposing