'That noble steed is in Dunkirk, awaiting the return of John Churchill, who has voiced an intention of buying him from me. The plumes are safe in the hands of my commission-agents in Paris,' Jack said, and gripped the table-edge with both hands, expecting a thorough interrogation. But Eliza let the matter drop, as if she couldn't stand to come any nearer to the truth. Jack realized she'd never expected to see him, or the money, again – that she'd withdrawn, long ago, from the partnership they'd formed beneath the Emperor's palace in Vienna.