The Marquis opened it and only when they had entered and he closed it behind them did Aspasia feel him straighten himself to his full height.
“Thank God we are away from that muck hole!” he said in his ordinary voice. “How in God’s name did you get mixed up in anything like this?”
Aspasia did not answer and he realised that she was staring not at him but at the big four-poster in the centre of the room.
It was a very magnificent bed draped with red silk curtains and above the pillows there was emblazoned the Grimstone Coat of Arms.
The lights in the room came only from two candelabra one on either side of the bed, but there was enough light to see the painted ceiling, the windows with their carved and gilt pelmets and that the furniture was spectacular.
“I have been comfortably housed
