Chapter 40

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​‌​‌‌‌⁠“For once,” Lady Carey said, with a faint smile, “your ‘admirable Crichton’ has failed you.”

Lucille opened her eyes. She had been leaning back amongst the railway cushions.

“I think not,” she said. “Only I blame myself that I ever trusted the Prince even so far as to give him that message. For I know very well that if Victor had received it he would have been here.”

Lady Carey took up a great pile o