“Stop fighting against me. I want you with me,” the Marquis said. “You must realise by now, Anthony, that something fantastic is happening. If we don’t get to the bottom of it, I swear it will leave me curious to the end of my life.”
“I am curious too,” Anthony admitted. “I wonder what her husband is like.”
The Marquis picked up a cushion from the chair and flung it at his friend’s head. Anthony caught it deftly and threw it back, but at that moment Travers announced that luncheon was served.
After an extremely good meal, they went back to the library and Anthony, walking to the window, asked,
“What now?”
As he spoke, the Marquis made a sound that was almost a cry.
“What’s the matter?” Anthony enquired.
“I am crazy!” the Marquis exclaimed, “and I certainly should have thought of it
