Carstares clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“Never fear, Mr. Beauleigh! I pledge you my word she shall be found this very night!”

“You know where he has taken her? You do? You are sure?”

“Back to his earth, I’ll lay my life; ’tis ever his custom.” He strode to the door, flung it wide and shot clear, crisp directions at the footman. “See to it that my mare is saddled in ten minutes and Blue Devil harnessed to your master’s curricle! Don’t stand staring⁠—go! And send Salter to me!”

The footman scuttled away, pausing only to inform my lord that Salter was not in.