Chapter Thirty-FiveWhen Drusilla turned into the entrance at Winkfield, she was much earlier than expected, so Toby wasn’t there to welcome her. Everyone knew who she was, of course, for one look was enough to impress the dullest observer. Security, however, had to be observed and, while she herself was waved through, her car was subjected to the usual rigorous inspection.
Suddenly the apologetic attitude of the soldiers transformed.
‘Run, Ma’am, run,’ the Sergeant barked. ‘Corporal, escort the lady to the Manor.’
‘What’s wrong?’ Drusilla asked the Corporal breathlessly.
‘We found a device under your car.’
‘Who would have put it there?’
‘That’s the big one, Miss!’
The Corporal’s brisk pace kept her voice strained and breathy. She felt shocked and vulnerable, and the horror of the fa
