There was a large cool hall and a servant led them across it and opened the door of what Lydia thought would be the drawing room.
Sitting in front of an open window was her father and two other people who she realised must be the British Consul and his wife.
Good-looking with a large moustache, the British Consul sprang to his feet at their entrance exclaiming,
“They have found you, my Lord! Thank God for that!”
He hurried forward, his hand outstretched and the Earl replied,
“We are safe, Mr. Wodehouse, but, of course, a little shaken by our unfortunate experience, as you can understand.”
“We were deeply perturbed when you did not arrive last night and naturally what made it worse, Miss Westbury was also missing.”
Lydia smiled and moved towards her father.
“I am back safely, Papa,”
