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flowers and accents on top. Old rare ancient paintings in golden
frames lined the walls, and a French door opening out to a balcony lies
in the east of the room. Matching red couches were settled in the west
with a gigantic bed along with it.
“You are too fancy, Hargate,” Leon said, after examining the
room.
Hargate chuckled. “All in honor of you.”
“Right.”
“I’m taking a nap,” said Sheik, taking off his coat and boots as he
headed for the bed.
“You already did at Stanford’s,” Leon reminded him. “Then I’m just going to sleep for the night,” Sheik yawned. “You
two can stay up if you like. Please don’t wake me up so early, Leon.” “We’ll see,” Leon said. “Don’t hog it all.”
“First come, first serve,” Sheik smiled, and went away to rest. “So, Hargate,” Leon started as they went down to sit at the large
table. “Tell me about your discovery. You said earlier that you’ve
found something helpful.”
“Right,” Hargate nodded, opening up a bottle of brandy and
pouring out two glasses for them. “I found this old book at the House
of Lords. It seems to be some sort of record or documentation journal.
It had your father’s name in it along with some other lords.” “But my father was no lord,” Leon said, shocked to hear. “Are
you sure?”
“It said Solomon R.W. Heartily. What does the R.W. stand for,
do you know?”
“No clue,” Leon shook his head. “I wasn’t aware that my father
had a middle name.”
“Well, there were portraits of each lords,” Hargate added. “Your
father was in it.”
“He was?” Now that caught more of his attention.
“Yes,” Hargate went on. “There was this other portrait with him
standing with five other men. You know what I’m getting to, do you?” “The five men?”
“Our five suspects.”
It then hit Leon.
“I need that book, Hargate. I have to see it.”
“It’s not easy to get it out of the office,” Hargate replied, sipping
his brandy.
“Did it have their names?” Leon needed those names. If he has
them, things would be much easier.
“Yes,” Hargate answered. “But it’s barely visible since the book
was old and worn.”
“That’s a shame then.”
“Actually,” Hargate snapped. “I saw part of one.”
“Part of a name?”
“Yes,” Hargate nodded. “It said Marquess…Lan…something.” “Well, that’s really helpful,” Leon scoffed.
“Perhaps I could ask–”
The door suddenly flew open and banged against the wall,
causing one of the paintings to fall off.
“What the hell!” cursed the duke, as they turn towards the door. “Hey! Sleeping here!” Sheik said swiftly, pulling a pillow over
his face and ignoring the rest.
It was Gareth Coleridge, the Earl of Longsword, in a fury mood. “Blast it all!” the earl cursed, walking heavily forward and
kicking out a chair to sit. “To hell with all these society women.” “What the devil is wrong with you, Longsword?” Leon asked. “Need some brandy?” Hargate asked, holding up a cup. “Like that will help.”
“What’s wrong?” Leon asked again.
“He probably was out searching for a countess again. You know
him,” Hargate said, just loud enough for him to hear, which Leon find
was probably true.
Gareth had been out hunting for a bride ever since he inherited
the title as the earl after his father’s death.
“Your search for a bride failed again?” inquired the duke. “Obviously,” Longsword groaned, reaching over and taking
Hargate’s glass of brandy. “I need this now,” he said, taking a big
gulp. “Whoever thought finding a wife would be so complicated.” “You’re working too hard,” Leon said. “Take a rest.”
“Yes,” Hargate said. “I’m the duke here and I’m not even
stressing myself out for a bride.”
“I’m not stressed, okay,” Longsword replied. “Just had a very bad
evening at Lady Mayhem’s ball.”
“What happened? Why is your left cheek so red?” Leon asked as
he examined Longsword.
“Let me