She therefore set out to attract Lord Neasdon as the Russians had told her to do, playing on his vanity and telling him how attractive she thought him, but being afraid that it was only a question of days before she had to become his mistress.
Every word she uttered, every moment she was with him had made her feel as though she wallowed in the filth of the gutter and yet there had been no other way she could save her father.
It had seemed like a light from Heaven or rather the Archangel Michael, when Craig had appeared and her instinct had told her that she could trust him even while she was afraid to do so.
“One word to anybody outside,” the Baron had said, “one cry for help – and your father dies!”
But her instinct had told her that Craig could save her.
She had known even in the fi
