CHAPTER THREE“Ring the bell, Henry,” the Earl ordered
“Why?”
“I will tell you about the idea you have given me,” the Earl replied, “and I want Giselda to be here.”
Captain Somercote obliged by rising to his feet to tug at the embroidered bell pull, which hung beside the mantelshelf.
Batley opened the door almost immediately.
“You rang, my Lord?”
“Fetch Miss Chart here at once!”
“Very good, my Lord.”
“You are arousing my curiosity,” Henry Somercote said. “You have that look about you as though something important is pending. I always knew in Portugal when you were anticipating a battle.”
The Earl laughed.
“I don’t believe a word you are saying,” he replied. “At the same time I have to admit to having an engagement in mind.”
“And the enemy is Julius?”
“One of them!” the Earl rema
