“Very clever!” Lalita said approvingly, “If I give you one clue every day, I reckon in about three years’ time you will learn who I am and be able to blackmail me – by threatening to take me home.”
“I should be very ashamed of my intelligence if it takes as long as that.” Lord Heywood replied. “But I suppose it never struck you that if your uncle is making enquiries about you the guard on your stagecoach will be able to tell him exactly where he put you down.”
“I had thought of that,” Lalita said triumphantly, “so I told him I was stopping so as to pick up the fast coach for Oxford. He informed me that I had a twenty minute wait.”
She spoke in a manner that showed she was delighted to have scored a point off her opponent and Lord Heywood laughed.
“I am beginning to think,” he said, “th
