She had an idea that they were sometimes used in England, but more often in foreign countries where savage animals were dangerous to children or crept up at night to native villages ready to kill anything that moved.
Bernard had obviously finished what he had come to do.
Now he turned and hurried back into the garden, only pausing as he reached the gate in the wall that led into the field to look back over his shoulder.
He looked not in the direction of the g*n trap, but up the path along which Comte Raoul had walked to the fox’s den.
He looked for a moment and then turned away and Larisa saw that he was running back to the Château.
ChâteauShe thought it strange that he should be in such a hurry. Perhaps Monsieur le Comte wanted him. Then suddenly she understood!
The trap Bernard had
