CHAPTER TENLord Brookfield had not wasted his time at Ledbury Hall by just enjoying the entertainment his hosts had laid on for their guests.
After Miranda left he had quickly located the study and found what he wanted.
The plans for the new dairy were all laid out on the Earl’s desk. He smirked as he took a clean sheet of paper from the desk and copied the map of the estate on to it. He then folded the paper and tucked it into his jacket pocket.
Then he noticed a pile of letters Miss Jenkins had written, some of which the Earl had signed.
‘A signature could be most useful,’ he muttered to himself, secreting the topmost letter into his pocket.
Before he left, he took a sheet of headed notepaper from the desk.
He now patted his jacket pocket with a great deal of satisfaction before sl
