There, followed by Anthony, he went into the library.
Although it was dusk there were no candles lit in this room, but it was quite easy to see in the faint light that came from the windows that the top of the glass cabinet was open.
The Marquis went through the motions of looking to see what was left inside, knowing the answer before he did so.
“Curse it!” he shouted out furiously. “They have taken every one of my father’s snuffboxes!”
“I am sorry, Justin,” Anthony said sympathetically.
“We ought to have done something – we ought to have stopped them.”
“That is what I thought,” Anthony agreed, “but quite frankly I did not like the look of that fellow’s pistols. I am quite prepared to believe that he is the crack shot he boasted of being.”
The Marquis with difficulty prevented himse
