‘They are serving champagne, do you wish to have a glass, Aunt Sarah?’ ‘I think not, my dear, alcohol doesn’t agree with my digestion. If we don’t wish to drink shall we wait on the terrace – it’s rather crowded and hot in here.’ ‘As long as we remain where can hear the announcement about the treasure hunt, I don’t wish to miss that. I’m certain we’ll be the winners.’ There were one or two other people enjoying the fresh air but they remained apart. ‘I didn’t see the duke or Lord Sheldon in the drawing room, did you?’ ‘No, Grace, I didn’t. I expect they’ll be here soon.’ ‘The duke’s coming this way.’ She had a sinking feeling inside that his purpose wasn’t to give her any good news. His expression was distant, he looked every inch a haughty aristocrat. He stopped in front of them and didn’t bow – in fact he didn’t acknowledge them at all. Grace knew that she should curtsy, but refrained. ‘Miss Newcomb, today I received information that Miss DuPont is not who she purports to be.
