CHAPTER FOURThe very second after Lord Wye heard the French words coming through the grey mist, he turned and ran as quickly as he could into the cabin, brushing past Elvina at the door.
She stared at him in amazement
For one incredible moment she thought that he was running away and then she realised that he was snatching up the dispatches that had lain on the table, but had been thrown by the storm into every corner of the cabin.
There were some things he threw down again, having glanced at them, others he held tightly in his hand, looking round desperately as if he debated where to put them.
“Let me take them.”
Elvina spoke without thinking. She only knew that because she understood his perplexity, she must help.
Without argument Lord Wye passed her two closely folded dispatches.
