CHAPTER SIXFelix Hanson came down the stairs whistling.
He was feeling in exceptionally good temper, because he had beaten the professional who had come from Derby to play tennis with him.
This was the first time he had done so after many strenuous battles.
He was also happy because he knew that on Monday morning the Dowager Countess’s cheque for eight thousand pounds would pass into his bank account and he could then begin to plan how he could return to London.
He had spent most of the night contemplating his assets and thinking that once his outstanding bills were settled he would be in a comparatively sound financial position.
There should be well over two thousand pounds left over from the cheque, on top of which he had quite a number of expensive presents the Dowager Countess had
