He looked at his knuckles and realised that they were bleeding slightly from the force with which he had hit the servant.
He thought with satisfaction that he had taught the man, if he survived, a lesson he was not likely to forget.
As he walked into the Saloon and poured himself a glass of brandy from a crystal glass decanter, he thought how shocked and surprised the majority of his friends would be by what he had done tonight.
They were used to seeing him in the Jockey Club stand at race meetings, in the Royal Enclosure at Ascot, White’s Club in St. James’s Street and an honoured guest in the most exclusive mansions in London.
They would never believe that he would stoop to embroil himself in what to them would seem an unsavoury intrigue in an Arab City.
The valet returned to the Sa
