Even though Devorlane Hawley had given Lord Koorecroft his word he'd stay away and give the "widow" Armstrong no more trouble, his fine, chestnut mount hadn't. Mephisto had ambled up the shallow incline close to Barwych of his own accord after a short canter across the downs. Of course he'd done nothing to stop the gelding. Mephisto had a mind of his own.

Of course he glanced down onto the wooded plain below. Why not see what her thief-ship was up to?

Giving his word ...