Chapter 9‘I have, failed,’ the Marquis told himself as he walked wearily up the grand staircase.
Behind him he could hear the drunken laughter and the slurred voices of his dinner guests.
He had been making a last effort to try to break down what seemed the impenetrable defences of Mr. Cuddington.
The more he saw of the Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, the more the Marquis realised that he loathed the man with an intensity of feeling that made him wish to commit murder.
Never in his whole life had he hated anyone so violently.
Even to be in close proximity with him was almost unbearable. It was not only because of his relationship with Sylvina, there was something odious about the man’s own personality.
The Marquis acknowledged that Mr. Cuddington had a brilliant brain.
