“You are tired, madame,” said the Duchess. “I hope you will accept our hospitality tonight?”
“I shall be so glad,” whispered the Countess.
“The story of how Lord Farron tracked you down,” said the Duke, “and what led him to suspect the Count in the first place – must wait until his return.”
Jeannie was summoned to show the Countess to one of the guest rooms.
“How can such a – genteel lady – be under the spell of that monster?” burst out the Duchess as the door closed behind her.
“We were all under his spell for a while,” sighed the Duke. His eyes sought Sylvia’s and she started as she saw the sorrow in them.
She had been so flooded with relief at her narrow escape, that she had momentarily forgotten what the whole debacle meant for her family. Now she remembered. There would be no mo
