“We must stop them,” she whispered.
“Of course,” he replied. “It’s unlikely that there would be other people calling on me at this hour of the night.”
“The Russians were making enquiries in the village as to where Lord Kenyon was likely to be sleeping.”
She saw the Marquis’s lips tighten, but he did not say anything.
His eyes were on the carriage.
It was drawn by two horses and was now approaching them.
It was then he moved into the centre of the drive and Delia followed.
A second later Lucille drew her horse up on the other side.
They stood waiting.
The moon, now high in the sky, revealed clearly that the carriage coming towards them had two men driving it.
They drove right up to them, but the riders waited, not moving.
The men were forced to draw their horses to a standstill.
