When they finished what had been an excellently cooked meal served by two Stewards, Magnus Fane suggested,
“I should be delighted to show you my library, but where we are going there is a far larger one, although I suspect that the books might well be somewhat out of date.”
“You have not yet told me what our destination is,” Delysia replied. “I was rather afraid that it might be Devil’s Island or some other convict settlement from which there is no escape!”
“There will be no escape!” Magnus Fane averred firmly. “But I don’t think that you would describe it as Devil’s Island.”
He rose from the table as he spoke and they went down the companionway and past Delysia’s cabin to the stern of the ship.
Here she found what she recognised was the Master suite, which was, as might have been exp
