The snow lay thick on the ground except where a party of soldiers had cleared a narrow path along the driveway. He looked up at the house, with its mullioned windows and gabled snow-covered roof. It was a substantial pile of stone, and he wondered how much Cato had paid for it. Not that it would have been more than a bagatelle for the marquis of Granville, whose wealth was almost legendary. A wealth that was within Brian Morse’s grasp. He dismounted, tethered his horse to the hitching post beside the door, and banged the great brass knocker. A well-dressed retainer opened the door. He was not one of the servants from Castle Granville whom Brian would have recognized, and he regarded the stranger with an air of polite if aloof curiosity. “Is Lord Granville within?” inquired Brian, stamping the snow off his boots against the edge of the step. “May I say who’s asking for him, sir?” “Who’s at the door, Bisset?” Cato’s voice came from behind the butler. He stepped out of the dimness of the hall.
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