She thought the Comte looked at her in astonishment, then one arm went around her.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
Before Zena could reply a voice said,
“Let me see, monsieur, if the bullet penetrated your arm.”
Zena gave a little cry of horror and moved away a little as the doctor began gently to inspect the Comte’s arm.
“The shot was a little wide,” the Comte said.
“It was you, monsieur, who hit the Marquis,” the doctor replied.
For the first time Zena looked away from the Comte.
She could see three men bending over something on the ground and she realised that it was the Marquis.
She drew in her breath, but before she could speak Kendric was beside her.
“I told you to stay in the carriage!” he demanded sharply.
“I thought the – Comte was – hit,” Zena murmured, but Kendri
