Just before he reached it he opened the door into what the Marquis knew was a guest cabin.
He had fitted it out extremely attractively. There was a brass bedstead in the centre while the rest of the furniture was of expensive polished rosewood.
The room appeared to be empty and the Marquis wondered what Hignet wished to show him.
Then the valet bent down and raised the damask valance that surrounded the bed.
“Look here, my Lord.”
The Marquis did as he was told and saw to his complete astonishment that there was someone lying in the darkness beneath the bed, someone who apparently was fast asleep.
There was no need for him to look closer to know who it was.
He recognised the fair hair lying on a pillow that Shikara must have taken from the bed and the black velvet fur-lined cloak tha
