CHAPTER SIXMichael was enjoying himself more than at any time in his entire life.
The rooms in the castle were being restored to their old beauty. The windows were being painted and the broken and dirty panes of glass were being removed.
He was so happy with what he was doing that he managed to banish London right out of his mind.
Until one day, when he was working high up on the tower, he looked down and noticed a very smart carriage drawn by four horses driving through the village.
Then as the carriage reached the gates to his drive, he drew in his breath.
He knew, almost as if a shot had been fired from a gun, whose carriage it was and who would be inside.
Alice had come searching for him.
He stepped back sharply from the edge.
For a mad moment he was tempted to send someone dow
