CHAPTER SIXThe Marquis passed the Church.
A short way further on there were, as the girl had directed, two large rather impressive looking gates.
He reached them and turned into the drive and was surprised to find her just inside mounted on a good-looking horse.
“You came!” she exclaimed.
The Marquis smiled.
“Just how could I resist such a strange puzzle? You must tell me what this is all about.”
“Let’s go to the house,” she now suggested, “and perhaps it would be wise to put your horse in the stables.”
“You told me that man was going to steal my horse and as I cannot quite understand what you are trying to tell me, perhaps I should stay with my stallion.”
“That is very sensible of you,” she said. “Just as it would be very foolish of you to let that man persuade you to accompany
