Chapter FiveOdela had tried to sleep, but it was impossible.
Her heart was still thumping and she was dreadfully worried that Fred Cotter would dispose of the picture before anybody could stop him.
Supposing the Marquis, when he read her note, asked everybody in the house who had written it?
He would then discover that he had a guest in his house who he had never heard of and undoubtedly he would then demand to see her immediately.
‘I must go away,’ she decided, ‘at least for the day.’
She jumped out of bed, dressed herself rapidly and ran to Nanny’s room.
Nanny was fast asleep with Betty in her cot beside her.
Odela touched her shoulder and Nanny was instantly alert, as if one of her charges had called for her.
“It’s me, Nanny,” Odela whispered.
“What is it?” Nanny asked.
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