“It is so lovely!” Aloya exclaimed.
Without speaking, Craig opened one of the panelled walls which concealed a large cupboard and she saw to her astonishment that all the gowns which the Russians had provided her with to entice Lord Neasdon were hanging there.
She gave a cry of amazement, then looked at Craig for an explanation and he said,
“You understimate my powers of organisation! I thought it was poetic justice, if, having been provided by the Russians with such an expensive and elaborate trousseau for their own ends, you should continue to use it until I can buy you, as I intend to do, the most beautiful clothes any woman ever possessed.”
“But – how did you manage to get hold of them?” Aloya asked.
“Before I left the hotel,” Craig explained, “I instructed my two valets to go to
