He spoke with such a note of contempt in his voice that Carmella longed to say that it spoilt him to feel like that.
Then suddenly, as he looked at her, she was aware that he knew what she was thinking and she blushed.
The secretary’s room was large, filled with filing cabinets and dispatch boxes while the walls were covered with maps of the estate.
Against one wall stood a very large safe, far larger than Carmella had expected.
Daisy Brooke gave a cry of delight as she exclaimed,
“So that is a combination safe. How exciting! Do show me how it works.”
“That is just what I intend to do,” the Marquis said good-humouredly.
He went to the safe and then said as if he was talking to himself,
“Now, what did Maynard tell me was the new combination? We change it every month or so. Oh, I re
