“Templeton swore,” Charlie went on in a very serious tone, “that the young woman’s name was Anthea Brooke, the sister of Harry Colnbrooke.”
As Charlie finished speaking, Harry brought his fist down hard on the table.
“Of all the ridiculous nonsense I have ever heard, this is the worst!” he raged. “How dare Templeton say such things about Anthea? He must have the name wrong, but I will make him publicly retract his lies and the quicker the better!”
“That is exactly what I thought when I heard about it,” Charlie agreed, “but the extraordinary thing is that Templeton has withdrawn his horse from the Derby and, if my friends are to be believed, has gone abroad.”
“What for? Why?” Harry asked. “Wherever he has gone, I will follow him to make him eat his lies and clear Anthea’s name if it is
