Speechless describes her current state best. The Colonel would be the last one she would have thought of to... no. Thinking about it, it´s not a surprise to her. Not that he is willed to kill someone, by far not that. It also does not surprise her that he plots the murder of a superior officer who is a threat to King and Crown. Not with Colonel Simcoe who hates incompetence more than anything else. It too isn´t a surprise that he is ready to kill her husband. This is the last thing that would surprise her. She wonders if, and if yes, how often Lizzie already asked him to, begged him to, do something to help her dear friend out of this misery. Somehow she feared, yes she actually feared, she would do so the last time she cried out her sorrows…show more content… "Woodhull talked with you, young Gentleman?"
"Yes, Sir."
"About kidnapping and murdering General Arnold?"
"Y-yes, Sir."
That little cabagge farmer... "Forget Woodhull. It´s hard to believe but he is more incompetent than Arnold. He also tried to kill me several times. I feel pretty alive. If you tell Woodhull any of this here, Cicero, you are going to follow the path of General Arnold. Are we on terms?"
Abigail pulled her son closer by the words of the Colonel.
"The same goes for you, Miss Abigail. Don´t think I woudn´t know that you are still in contact with Mrs. Strong and now probably also with Mr. Woodhull. I have no proof but my conscious tells me so and it rarely fooled me. It is way easier that the corpse of a simple maid disappears than the one of a General. But don´t worry, I know exactly how to do it."
No one in the room doubts the Colonel for a single second.
"Would you ask Akinbode to help you," Abigail asks and can´t stop her voice from trembling. Now Colonel, Simcoe always had something threatening about him, the voice, the eyes, even his smile was always threatening.
"I feel insulted, Miss Abigail."
He really looks slightly…show more content… "No word about what has been spoken here, to no one. We´ll discuss further action tomorrow at five. You´ll visit my wife, Peggy. Take Abigail and Cicero with you. If he asks, you´ll need their help, both, to carry the gifts we have for you and the child." He turns around, taking his hat he put on the drawer as he entered and goes to the door. Hearing steps coming closer, Abigail rushes past him, opening the door. It was really the General that was back already now. Simcoe turns around, playing to be blind concerning the General. "Until tomorrow for tea then, Mrs. Arnold. We both would be delighted by your presence. Oh, good evening, General
