In fact for safety’s sake, none of the participants was known to any other.
They were just numbers and even to the heads of the Regiments with whom he was involved, Hugo Leigh had been just ‘Number 29’.
Now the Duke, as if he had been called to attention by a senior Officer, walked towards the door.
He knew he had to act the part that was expected of him.
Only by using an iron control over himself and his feelings as he had used them in the past, would he be able to allay any suspicion the Princess might harbour about him. He thought, however, what he would do if he could behave as he wished.
It would give him the greatest pleasure to put his hands round the Princess’s long white throat and throttle a confession out of her.
But that would be a stupid thing to do.
There would still b
