“Perhaps you will miss me, as you missed Lord Locke this morning!”
“So you knew it was I who shot at him?” Vincent sneered. “Well, there will be no need for me to kill him once you are my wife.”
“There is no need for you – to marry me,” Gytha said. “As I have already told Lord Locke, I intend to let you and Jonathan – have my money and the house so long as you leave – his Lordship and me alone.”
“A very commendable idea,” Vincent said mockingly, “but I expect in that case there would be a great deal of trouble from the Trustees of Uncle Robert’s estate.”
His voice was even more unpleasant as he finished,
“Whereas, if you are my wife, there will be no difficulty at all.”
“I will not – marry you – I absolutely – refuse!” Gytha cried.
“Then I will carry out my threat, which is not an i
