“Is Mr. Warlingham going driving, Bateson?”
“Mr. Warlingham is leaving, m’lord.”
Lord Brecon raised his eyebrows.
“I had not heard of his decision to terminate his visit.”
“I suppose we must wait to say good-bye,” Caroline said, anxious that the dark presence of Mr. Warlingham should not dim this moment of happiness yet already her thoughts were wondering at his sudden departure, seeking a reason for it.
Then quite clearly she found the answer. If, as she knew from last night, there was a crime to be committed or dirty work afoot, Mr. Warlingham would see to his alibi. It would not be policy for him to be in the Castle, although she doubted whether he would leave the neighbourhood.
She glanced quickly at the groom who was climbing down from the driving seat of the curricle. Yes, it w
