“No more of your tricks – ”
“No tricks, I swear it. She was married yesterday in a Church near here. Lady Selina and I were witnesses and the happy couple left for England on the evening tide.”
The Duke eyed him, his face turning an ugly grey.
“You are bluffing,” he declared. “I demand to see my daughter at once. What have you done with her, sir?”
“What have I done with her?” the Marquis echoed vaguely. “Well, let me see, I put her aboard my yacht, and her husband of course. I wished them both a safe journey and watched them sail away.”
The Duke seemed about to explode.
“And just who is this husband?” he demanded.
“I believe his name is Pierre Ducros.”
“What?” roared the Duke. “That dreadful wastrel, that scoundrel? How dare you help her to marry him?”
“My dear sir, it is
