Then, as nobody moved, the Frenchman inched his way along the wall he was standing against into the open doorway of the Miniatures Room.
Vaguely, because it was difficult to breathe, Salrina saw as if in a haze the Prince Regent’s shocked expression and the ladies around him raising their hands to their lips or to their breasts in horror.
Frantically in terror she wanted to look for the Earl, but, after one quick glance, the Frenchman’s movements seemed to make everything swim before her eyes.
She was only aware of the sharp point of the stiletto.
She was certain that before he set her free she would die.
When slowly he had edged his way until they were out of the drawing room, Salrina, as if somebody was telling her what to do, made an unexpected movement.
As the Frenchman took what
