Chapter SevenBrooky walked into Arkholme House and, as the butler took his hat and cane, he said,
“His Grace is in the music room, my Lord.”
It was what Brooky expected, for ever since the Duke had lost Vanola he had either been searching for her in the highways and byways and the Dance Halls of London or else sitting alone in the music room playing her father’s compositions over and over again.
Sometimes when Brooky heard the same melodies played on the hurdy-gurdies in the streets or whistled by every errand boy, he thought that it would drive him mad.
But he knew that it was not the music that was upsetting him but his anxiety for the Duke and what he could do about it.
He had never in his whole long friendship with the Duke known him to behave in such a manner that was utterly unc
