CHAPTER SEVENThe Marquis walked into White’s Club in a bad temper.
He had spent a difficult and frustrating morning trying to drill some sense out of the caretakers at Lydford House in Mayfair.
They had seemed to him to be completely half-witted and he had not obtained a single coherent answer to his questions.
They could not remember when they had last seen Miss Christine, they did not know where she went to school, they thought that Lord Lydford’s secretary was on holiday and they could not remember the names of the servants who had gone to the country.
After nearly an hour of questioning the Marquis extracted from the woman, who seemed a little brighter than her husband, that a young lady whom she had never seen before had come to the house one morning about three weeks ago and had
