Chapter SevenThe Earl, with his small private Army of retainers, came back to Berkeley Square in triumph.
The dawn had broken and already the streets were filling up with people starting work.
The Earl was driving his own closed carriage and, as he drew his horses to a standstill, the carriage door opened and the men of the household tumbled out.
Although they had been up all night, their cheeks were flushed and their eyes were shining.
The Earl knew as he walked into the house that the night was something that they would remember all their lives.
When he had left Shenda in the care of his valet, he had gone downstairs to the hall.
As the menservants came hurrying, as they had been told to do, they looked at him apprehensively.
In a quiet clear voice he told them why he wanted them.
