CHAPTER THREEWhen the Marquis arrived home, he was feeling exceedingly pleased with himself.
He had achieved what he had set out to do and he felt that no one else could have been so lucky or so successful.
As he walked into the hall, Hudson, the butler informed him,
“Captain Charles Coombe has arrived, my Lord.”
The Marquis started.
He had in fact been so engrossed in his search for a Ward that there was something that he had forgotten.
Yesterday, when he had cancelled all of his appointments in London, he had told his secretary to ask Captain Charles Coombe to join him at Peverell Park as soon as he could.
Captain The Honourable Charles Coombe was still his closest friend.
They had been at the same schools, served the Crown in the same Regiment and they were the same age.
That C
