Chapter 21

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​⁠Lady Carey suddenly dropped her partner’s arm. She had seen a man standing by himself with folded arms and moody face at the entrance to the ball-room. She raised her lorgnettes. His identity was unquestionable.

“Will you excuse me for a moment, Captain Horton,” she said to her escort. “I want particularly to speak to Mr. Brott.”

Captain Horton bowed with the slight disappointment of a hungry man on