CHAPTER 15
MYSORE HOUSE, MAY 1827
After my initial surprise, I began to plan my escape, for, however friendly the MacGillivrays were and however comfortable my quarters, I was undoubtedly a prisoner in Mysore House. Remembering that strange Love Nest of Mrs MacGillivray's, I shivered, for I did not doubt the use to which she intended to put it. For a moment, I blanched, imagining her standing over Baird and me, giving free advice as we lay together on that bed. No, oh, dear Lord, no. I banished that nightmare from my thoughts and concentrated on a more positive outcome.
I quickly opened the bedroom window and looked out, but I was two floors up and had never possessed any head for heights, or any inclination to become a cat burglar. I measured the distance to the ground, shivered and cl
