Chapter SevenThe Earl walked into the library and threw himself down into a chair. His riding boots were dusty and he looked hot and tired.
He had been riding since early in the morning and had travelled many miles around the outskirts of London.
He had seen a hundred or more black horses with or without white stars on their noses, but nowhere had he caught a glimpse of a woman who looked anything like Calista.
“Would you care for any refreshment, my Lord?” the butler asked at his elbow.
“Bring me some brandy!”
When it came, the Earl sipped the spirit slowly, staring across the room with unseeing eyes. Another day had passed and neither he nor the men he had employed through the ex-Bow Street Runner had found any clue as to where Calista might be.
‘How could she vanish so completely?
