"We have a problem," she said flatly, in a quiet voice so as not to wake Rebecca. "A woman just left this child on the doorstep. A few of the footmen are out searching the grounds at this very moment, hoping to catch her."
"There is no indication who the woman was?"
"We have this." She handed him a note, and he blinked sleepily, willing his eyes to focus on the elegant penmanship. It was too dark to read any of it in the corridor, so he carried the note to the bed and lit the lamp, then read what it said.
He turned to face his mother, who was still standing in the doorway.
Rebecca sat up, clutching the covers to her neck. "What is going on?"
"We don't quite know," the duchess said. "This baby was just left here, and I do not think Lady Letitia is going to be happy about it when she arrives to have her engagement announced later today."
Rebecca squinted drowsily at the baby. "It's Vincent's?"
"So the letter writer claims," Adelaide said.
Devon sank down into a chair. "If that is true, this is his bed. He made it. He will have to lie in it."