He was holding a damp and battered hat.
“It was behind this trunk,” he added. “Was one of you lot riding on the back of the coach?”
All the members of the orchestra shook their heads. Kitty took the hat and examined it.
“I’ve not seen it before,” she commented.
“Maybe you had a stowaway,” grunted the servant, returning to his task of hauling the trunks down.
Kitty’s eye met Henrietta’s they were thinking the same thing suppose it was the prisoner who had escaped some miles back on their journey?
“Well, if you did have a stowaway, he’s dropped off like a leech, probably got to the next town by now.”
Reassured, Henrietta continued on her way.
The first sight that met her eyes as she stepped into the hall was a series of portraits lining the walls.
The nine Dukes of Merebury.
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