Express from Matthew to Uriah

Boston - 25 October 1764

My Dear Boy,

A most peculiar thing has happened -- most peculiar indeed. Colonel Dorfman has been relieved of his command and ordered to London. He finds himself accused of stealing jewels from the King's mother.

Naturally, the man protested. He claimed to be in her presence but a short time the year last and surrounded by witnesses. Nevertheless, two emeralds were found cleverly sewn into his hat. At last report, Dorfman was bound, boarded on a ship and put below.

I examined the warrant for his arrest myself. Although the King's seal is passable, I suspect this is not of the King's own doing. Why do I think you have something to do with this, my boy?

With warm regards,

Matthew

Post Script. No word as yet concerning Levi Moore.

Uriah smiled. He put the letter in his pocket, crossed the assembly room and started up the stairs. In his bedchamber, Mary was busy writing yet another letter to Lady Phillips.

"Again?" he asked.

"She simply must answer at least one of them. It would be unthinkable not to, even for her."

He reached in his pocket and pulled out the letter. "Have you time for Matthew's words?"

When she finished reading, she was thrilled, "I don't believe it!"

"He is gone, my love, never to return. You'll not have to fear seeing that face ever again."