Carcel looked down at the papers. He looked up at Rowan, confused.
"My solicitor delivered it after you left for the city," Rowan explained, his jaw clenching tightly as he remembered the terrible moment he had first read the hidden clause. "I sent it to London by special rider. I asked them to look into it."
Carcel's dark eyebrows drew together in a tight, worried line. He reached out and picked up the thick parchment. He began to read.
Rowan watched his brother-in-law. He watched Carcel's eyes scan the neat, slanted handwriting of the legal clerks. He watched Carcel read through the standard terms of the marriage settlement. Then, he watched Carcel pick up the railway contract.
The silence in the study stretched out for a long, uncomfortable minute. The ticking of the grandfather clock seemed to grow louder and faster.
Suddenly, Carcel's reading stopped. His eyes locked onto paragraph seven on the fourth page.
Rowan saw the exact moment Carcel found the hidden clause.
