Chapter twoLord Locke rode triumphantly with a smile on his rather hard lips towards his house.
There had been the usual congratulations from those who had taken part in the steeplechase and a great number from the spectators who also wanted to shake his hand.
It was therefore getting on in the afternoon before they finally reached Locke Hall.
Luncheon was awaiting them and a number of the competitors were by now extremely hungry.
Lord Locke, however, had made it a principle never to ride immediately after a large meal.
He therefore paid no attention to those of his guests who were grumbling at the long delay.
He knew, however, that his chef would have excelled himself in providing a superlative repast.
He had already, before leaving this morning, seen his wine steward and had told
