Chapter Three“Tell me about the local trouble and unrest,” the Marquis said to his agent.
Roger Clarke had recently taken over from his father, who had been agent at Ridge Castle for over thirty years.
He was a young man – not more than twenty-seven – but he was dedicated to his work and the Marquis knew that Mr. Graham thought highly of him.
“There has been trouble, my Lord, ever since Sir Harold died.”
“Why?” the Marquis enquired.
He sat back in the high velvet armchair behind a huge flat-topped desk at which he remembered seeing his father sit on the few occasions when he had visited Ridge Castle.
But the Marquis knew it was his grandfather who had set the precedent that the library, which was an extremely impressive room, should be the place where employees, tenants, farmers or a
