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‘I don’t,’ replied Hugo. ‘You and I, lad, have got work to do here! Something must be done about that secret passage. If we can do no more, between the pair of us, than block it, as it was when Richmond first saw it, we’ll do that.’

  ‘What an enchanting prospect!’ said Vincent faintly. ‘How right you are – damn you!’

  Hugo chuckled, but addressed his grandfather. ‘There’s one thing more, sir. That young good-like-naught of yours won’t rest until he’s seen you. He knows well the blow he’s dealt you. He bade me tell you so.’

  Lord Darracott rose from his chair. ‘I’ll go to him,’ he said curtly.

  Hugo moved to the door, to open it for him. His lordship paused for a moment before he went out, passing a hand across his brow. ‘I suppose you will do what’s necessary. There will be many things – his boat, his horses – I’m too tired tonight, but I’ll discuss it with you tomorrow. Goodnight!’

  ‘Goodnight, sir,’ Hugo replied. He shut the door, and came back into the room. ‘Happen I’d best do something to put him in a passion tomorrow,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘It won’t do to let him fall into a lethargy.’

  ‘You will, cousin, you will!’ Vincent said, with his mocking smile. ‘I own, however, that I shall greet the familiar storm-signs with positive relief.’

  Ten minutes later, Anthea was saying much the same thing. ‘I never thought I could be sorry for Grandpapa,’ she told her cousins, ‘but I am, and, what’s more, I had rather by far have him cross than stunned!’

  ‘Have no fear!’ said Vincent. ‘Ajax is already considering how best to enrage him.’

  She smiled, but said: ‘Well, anything would be preferable to having him so quiet and crushed. He didn’t utter one word of reproach to Richmond. But what almost sank me to the floor was his saying to Mama that she had much to forgive him! It was precisely what she had been saying to me, except that she said she never would forgive him, so you may imagine my astonishment when she burst into tears on his chest! As a matter of fact I nearly burst into tears myself.’

  ‘Dear me, what a lachrymose scene!’ remarked Vincent. ‘I shall go to bed to fortify myself for the inevitable reaction – not to mention the exhausting labours I shall no doubt be expected to undertake in that accursed passage. To think how much I once wanted to discover it, and how much I wish now that it never had been discovered!’ He went to the door, and opened it, looking back to say: ‘My dislike of you is rapidly growing, Ajax: I shouldn’t make the smallest attempt to drag you back from that cliff-edge!’

  ‘What cliff-edge?’ enquired Anthea, as Vincent left the room.

  ‘Just a joke, lass. Eh, you look tired out!’

  ‘I am tired out, but I couldn’t go to bed without coming to thank you, Hugo. I – oh, Hugo, I can’t believe yet that it wasn’t a nightmare!’ she said, walking straight into his arms, and hugging as much of him as she could.

  He received her with great willingness, enfolding her in a large and comforting embrace. ‘Well, that’s all it was, think on,’ he said. ‘Now, don’t you start to cry, lass!’

  ‘I won’t,’ she promised. She took his face between her hands, smiling up at him, and saying: ‘Noble Ajax, you are as strong, as valiant, as wise, no less noble, much more gentle, and altogether more tractable!’

  ‘Nay then, love!’ expostulated the Major. ‘Don’t be so daft!’

  About the Author

  Author of over fifty books, Georgette Heyer is one of the best-known and best-loved of all historical novelists, making the Regency period her own. Her first novel, The Black Moth, published in 1921, was written at the age of seventeen to amuse her convalescent brother; her last was My Lord John. Although most famous for her historical novels, she also wrote twelve detective stories. Georgette Heyer died in 1974 at the age of seventy-one.