All he had to do was apply new tactics to the problem and unravel the truth as if it was an ancient relic many feet down beneath the surface.
Corena stood at the window gazing out at the horizon, hoping perhaps that she would find beyond it what she was seeking.
Lord Warburton went to her side.
“Suppose we start again?” he said in his most beguiling voice. “First of all, Miss Melville, I think you should tell me your Christian name.”
“It is ‘Corena’.”
“Greek!” Lord Warburton exclaimed. “A ‘maiden’, which, of course, is what you are.”
She looked at him for a moment, then turned her face away again and wondered why he was interested.
“My name is ‘Orion’,” he said, “which I feel needs no explanation.”
“No, of course not, but I expect, like Papa, you found it a difficult name at school
