The Courtesan's Courtship

What was it? What piece of the puzzle was just out of his grasp? A message? A taunt? There was a clue somewhere, something he should see and understand.

“Bloody goddamned hell!” He slammed his fist down on the table, rattling the ink bottle and miscellaneous pens.

“Easy, Morgan,” Harry soothed. “I hate it when you get this way. You’re too hard on yourself. Ease up a bit and let it come on its own.”

Geoff pushed back from the table. “Send for word from the ports, Harry, and get news to me the minute you have any. Steer clear of the Foreign Office. They’d have our heads if they thought we were compromising the uneasy peace they’ve forged.”

Harry nodded. “Where are you going?”

“To warn Auberville.”