If she learnt the truth and that he was going there in his yacht, she would undoubtedly find her own way to his destination by some means or other.
Then he reassured himself that Bolton, his butler, who had been with him for many years, knew that he must never under any circumstances impart information about his Master’s movements without his permission.
If Isobel asked any questions, he was sure that she would receive answers that would give her no knowledge of what he was doing.
Once he was at sea, it would be impossible for her to follow him.
The Marquis reckoned, as the carriage drove down Piccadilly, that he had had a very narrow escape.
But he was not yet completely out of the woods.
Once again he was asking himself how on earth he could have been so foolish or so blind.
Why h
