She pulled back the bolt, the door opened and she stepped out into the Mews.
There were the stables, just as she had anticipated, and now the difficulty was to find someone who she could trust.
Whilst she had been dressing, she was trying to remember just what the Marquis had said about his horses the second night they had dined together at Sarne Hall.
Then suddenly it came back to her.
“I am extremely fortunate in having such an excellent trainer,” he had said. “Cowles is an exceptional man in every way and as good with horseflesh as I am myself.”
Romana had not said that she was sure that was impossible as any other woman might have done.
She had merely listened and the Marquis had continued,
“In London I have Archer and I can tell you that, if there is a horse on the market that
