“That is quite all right – ” She looked at him, questioningly, not knowing his name.
“Jenkins, my Lady.”
“Thank you very much, Jenkins. We should proceed to the Police Station at once and then I must make haste home. I cannot think what has detained my carriage, perhaps there has been an accident on the way.”
*
And so Novella found herself spending her first hours back in Surrey, ensconced in the local Police Station. The Officer was most sympathetic and offered to take her home in the station carriage after they had completed the formalities.
“I would be glad to accompany you back to the Hall,” he said. “for it is late and the road is dark.”
Novella thanked Jenkins the porter and made a mental note to recompense him for his trouble. It was nearly midnight by the time that the ricket
