CHAPTER SEVENRaina held her breath as the Comtesse came into the Chapel.
Then she heard heavier footsteps behind her.
There was a piece of the altar cloth that had worn very thin when the rain had dripped onto it and now, when she knelt up a little straighter, she could see through it in the moonlight the Comtesse standing just inside the door.
There were three men with her.
It was difficult to see them, as they were wearing dark clothes and one of them kept his hat on.
But they looked too short and slim to be English and when they started to speak, Raina realised that they too were French.
“No one saw you come in here?” the Comtesse now asked with an anxious note in her voice.
“Non, non, madame,” one of the men replied, “and your maid was very good in telling us all we needed to kn
