CHAPTER FOUR“Don’t worry about me now,” Valeta said quickly, “I want to talk to you about Nicholas.”
The Marquis raised his eyebrows.
It was unusual for any woman of his acquaintance not to be interested in herself, but he was listening as Valeta continued,
“I have been thinking about the best way to get in touch with Nicholas’s parents and, while I am sure they would have notified their local Police, if they had any, and the Magistrates, their loss may not have percolated to London.”
“I follow your line of thought,” the Marquis said, “but what else can we do?”
There was a little pause and Valeta looked embarrassed.
“It might be – expensive,” she replied after a moment hesitatingly, “but might not the best thing be to advertise?”
The Marquis considered the idea for a moment and then
