CHAPTER SEVENCraig watched Lord Neasdon being rowed ashore in the boat that had been summoned from the harbour by a signal.
Just before it arrived he said quietly,
“When you write your report for the Foreign Office, if you say that you were aware from the very beginning that the Countess Aloya Zladamir was not what she appeared to be and you were curious to verify what you suspected to be the Russians intentions, I shall not dispute it.”
Lord Neasdon, who had been looking extremely depressed, seemed to become more alert.
Then he replied,
“Do you mean that?”
“I mean it for two reasons,” Craig replied. “First, because I can understand all too well what you felt for the Countess and secondly, I would not wish to be instrumental in damaging what I am sure will be a brilliant career.”
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