CHAPTER TENFrom her window Verna could see over the gardens to the path where Winifred was standing, gossiping with a young man she did not recognise.
As she watched, Winifred whirled round and began to run to the house. Every line of her body betrayed agitation.
Verna hurried down to meet her, drawing her into the library.
“Winifred dear, whatever has happened?”
“Such a commotion, you never saw! I always knew he was no good!”
“Who is no good?”
“Lord Belmont, the man who had to leave because he was so bad – ”
“Winifred, I forbid you to talk about him like that,” Verna corrected her at once. “Michael is not bad.”
“Wait till you hear what he’s done now. He broke into Belmont Park last night and attacked his brother!”
A cold hand seemed to clutch Verna.
“I just don’t believe it.
