He had no wish to think of anybody but Marcia.
But the Duc thought that, if he did not see the man, he would be wondering what they had found.
“Send him in, Jacques,” he said resignedly.
He walked back into the bedroom where Marcia was lying under the canopy of the huge bed.
She was surrounded by orchids and lilies and was looking very much like a lily herself.
The Duc sat down on the side of the bed.
“My Manager is back,” he informed her. “I sent him, as I told you I would, to dig Sardos and those men out.”
“Yes, of course – you were – right,” she said in a low voice. “But – oh, darling – you do not think that – Sardos will come here?”
“I am quite certain that he will do nothing like that,” the Duc answered. “He is free, at least for the moment, and like an animal he will slink aw
