Chapter Twenty-Four
Roldo Landry’s adviser – concerning promises – brass tubes – instructions – the Admiral awaits – the musicians
Lady Decharles’s husband had not returned home for dinner. This was unusual, but not unheard of. Her son had not returned either, but he was a man of irregular habits. The long and short of it was that her ladyship cancelled dinner and retired to her parlour with a bowl of soup and a book of bridge problems. She had barely started into either when the butler Haaven knocked at her door.
“Mr Harold Landry,” he said. Sure enough, behind him was Edward’s friend Roldo. Usually ruddy and self-assured, the lad seemed both pale and fearful as he entered. Intriguing.
“Do sit down, Mr Landry,” Lady Decharles said. “I am constantly forgetting that your name is Harold.
