CHAPTER SEVENFor a moment Selina did not register the meaning of the words. It simply was not possible that the landlord had just said what he had said.
She swallowed nervously and looked at the Marquis. But far from being in any way concerned, he displayed a cool indifference.
“Surely some way could be found of opening the door?” he asked the landlord languidly.
“My Lord, we have tried charging it, but he seems to have wedged a large item of furniture behind it and the door cannot be shifted.”
The Marquis yawned elaborately.
“Well then, it’s a devilish unsatisfactory business. I shall simply have to take over your room, landlord.”
“You could do so, my Lord, with my good will, but my wife is a very determined woman and she says that if anyone tries to enter, she will use the poker
