“Miss Andrina Maldon, Your Grace!”
Feeling as if she approached the guillotine, Andrina walked into the room.
Her first glance at the books reaching to the ceiling made her realise that it was a library.
Then she was aware that a man was standing on the hearthrug with his back to the mantelshelf.
She moved towards him and then suddenly stopped still!
For a moment she thought she must be dreaming or seeing things.
It was not an elderly man who stood there, but Sir Tancred Wensley!
There was complete silence and Andrina thought that Sir Tancred was as astonished as she was.
Then, without choosing her words, she asked,
“What are you doing here?”
“I was just about to ask you the same question,” he replied.
He was looking even more awe-inspiring than he had done the night before and
