CHAPTER SIXWhen she reached her bedroom and started to take off her cape and the chiffon scarf she had worn over her head, Sandra found it difficult to believe what she had overheard.
Equally she felt herself becoming more and more frantic about the Earl’s safety and wondering how she could possibly tell him that the Comte was a danger.
She had a distinct feeling that the Frenchman was even more dangerous than he had actually put into words.
Ever since the Revolution, despite the fact that the English with their usual lassitude had stopped hating the French and were prepared to enjoy the peace, she had still been suspicious of them.
She had believed her grandfather when he had foretold that the Armistice would not last and, when once again Britain was at war with Napoleon Bonaparte, sh
