chapter threeIdona did not reply as he went on,
“I will see that these felons are properly tied up. Then you must tell me how to go to the nearest Magistrate or better still, the Lord Lieutenant.”
He walked towards the highwayman who had been shot in the leg and was swearing while the coachman tied his wrists together.
Idona stood irresolute for a moment and then it flashed through her mind that she had no wish to see the Lord Lieutenant.
He had not come to her father’s funeral, which had been so quiet that he had not known it was taking place. But he had not sent her a letter of condolence.
The Lord Lieutenant was, in fact, someone she had never liked because she thought that he disapproved of her father and it struck her now that she had no wish to explain to him how she had become
