Then the Duke had another thought and this time he was more certain that he had solved the problem.
“You go to the Chapel of Sainte Dévote, Grayson, and see if she is there,” he ordered. “But I have an even stronger feeling that she will go back to Notre Dame de Laghet – to the nuns.”
“On foot?” Colonel Grayson asked incredulously. “It must be at least three miles.”
“That is where I am sure she will go,” the Duke said positively.
“I will hurry to the Chapel of Sainte Dévote,” Colonel Grayson said and, turning away, he gave another order to the Major Domo.
As he did so, the Duke’s closed carriage, in which he had brought Selina from the yacht to the villa and drawn by the same pair of black horses, came round from the stables.
They turned in a wide sweep and drew up opposite the Duke.
