CHAPTER THREESusanna was deeply asleep when she became aware of a knocking on the door.
For a moment she could not think where she was and then the rumble of wheels beneath her told her that she was actually in the train travelling across France.
The knocking came again and she then sat up in bed, switched on the light and asked nervously,
“Who is – it?”
“It’s Clint, miss, Mr. Dunblane’s valet.”
Susanna knew who he was without the explanation.
Mr. Chambers had already pointed out to her a small wiry-looking man who, he told her, was both valet and nurse to Mr. Dunblane.
“What is it?”
“Can I speak to you for a moment, miss?”
Susanna looked round her rather helplessly, wondering what she could do. Then, pulling the bedclothes a little higher so that they covered her, she called out,
