Chapter 18
Peregrine’s encounter with Miss Rosington was more unsettling than he could have believed. More unsettling than the vituperative glance Xenia had levelled on him as she swung away. That, he knew, augured ill.
He turned back to the ballroom with heavy heart. After Nelson’s sobering information, he didn’t know what to think with regard to Xenia being possibly complicit in her father’s crime. He’d known Xenia for ten years. Yes, she was vain and sometimes heartless, but surely not to the point whereby she’d orchestrate a plan so elaborate that it encompassed blackmailing Carstairs and Ogilvy into ruining the woman who’d in fact risked her very reputation to aid Carstairs when he first fled.
Deep in thought, he trod the winding gravel walkway that led to the house. Xenia’s motive
