A section of the wall swung inwards to reveal the pitch-black mouth of a passageway.
Georgiana clapped her hands together in delight. “The missing tunnel!”
Lord Dalrymple laughed, or perhaps it was the landlord; they both looked as elated as Georgiana. Alexander wasn’t elated. He stared at that dark, gaping hole and felt pure terror.
“I’ll fetch more light,” the landlord said, putting down the lantern and hurrying from the cellar, almost running.
“I want to explore it,” Georgiana said, peering into the tunnel.
The viscount hesitated. “It’s too dangerous, my love. The roof might cave in or—”
“It’s perfectly safe,” Georgiana said, a note of conviction in her voice. “Ask me.”
Lord Dalrymple frowned briefly, and then caught her meaning. “Where is this tunnel dangerous?”
“Nowhere,” Geor
