CHAPTER THREELatasha with Nanny in attendance and her brother arrived at Norlington House in London.
The Duke’s secretary immediately informed them that everything was arranged for tomorrow morning.
“You have engaged a good courier, I do hope,” the Duke asked him.
“The manager of the agency has assured me that he is the very best they employ and he will meet Lady Gloria Ford as you have requested at Victoria Station.”
The Duke nodded and then he and Latasha walked into his study.
“I suppose, Latasha, you are still intent on acting out this ridiculous playhouse comedy,” he enquired of her when they were finally alone.
“Having put my hand to the plough, I cannot turn back,” she answered him gravely.
Then she gave a sudden cry.
“I have thought of something!”
“What can it be now, dear
