CHAPTER SEVENThe Marquis caught the early train from the Gare du Nord and settled himself comfortably down in the First Class compartment.
Because he came from the British Embassy he was seen off by the Station Master and the door was locked so that he would have no other travellers with him.
The train began to gather speed.
The Marquis thought, as he had been thinking all night, that he was in love.
He had known before the moment he had kissed Karla.
He knew when he touched her lips that she had never been kissed before and he felt a rapture run through him.
It was something that was inexplicable.
At the same time it was a joy beyond words.
The train moved swiftly out into the countryside.
As it did, the Marquis was asking himself over and over again what he should do.
He admitt
