Dangerous Sea
“Oh sorry, Connie, but, hang it all, just look at it!’ It was late February and London was cold, wet and miserable. After the warmth and colour of the auditorium, Bow Street seemed distinctly uninviting. Peering out through the rain from the portico of the Opera House, Lord Edward Corinth wondered how he would ever locate the Rolls. He grasped his companion by the arm and said, ‘I don’t think Page will find us in this mêlée. Perhaps I ought to go and explore.’ As he finished speaking, however, the Duchess pointed. ‘Look! Over there, Ned. There he is.’ Somehow, the chauffeur had found his way to the front of the queue of taxis and cars, and Edward, relieved and admiring, wondered if he had had to resort to bribery or if it was sheer force of personality. Page approached them holding a large umbrella open above him. Edward gratefully released his sister-in-law into his charge and prepared to follow but a tap on the shoulder arrested him.
‘Lord Edward – it is you, isn’t it?’ The man who a...ddressed him was small, narrow in the shoulders and altogether unprepossessing.MoreLess
‘Lord Edward – it is you, isn’t it?’ The man who a...ddressed him was small, narrow in the shoulders and altogether unprepossessing.MoreLess
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