CHAPTER SIXIvan sat at the desk in his suite at the Embassy.
In front of him was a piece of writing paper.
He had every intention of writing a letter to Cecilia expressing profound regret that he was unable to accept her kind invitation for the weekend. But something seemed to be stopping him.
Then a footman came in and announced that the Honourable Algy had called.
Ivan sprang up in relief.
“Excellent, please show him into the small salon, and bring a bottle of champagne.”
He pushed away the piece of writing paper – that could wait until later.
“My dear fellow, how good of you to come,” Ivan began as he entered the salon. “Have you any news from the Racecourse?”
“Don’t waste time on preliminaries, do you, Ivan?” Algy grinned.
Ivan threw himself into a chair.
“Algy, this is serio
