Morleigh went to his door and opened it as Tood thundered up the stairs and hurried inside. “Sir, I have the most extraordinary dilemma. You will not believe the scheme that has involved me.” He laid his hat and cane on the sofa and plopped down beside them, wiping his fingers across his sweaty forehead. “I am so distraught!” “Easy there, Tood,” Neville Morleigh said, worried about the little man who had been such a good friend to him the past few years. It wasn’t like Tood to exaggerate a problem. Generally he went about solving it without any fuss. “Shall I get you a brandy?” “Oh, please. Yes, thank you.” He raked a hand over his face, sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly, obviously trying to calm himself. Neville handed him a snifter. “What is it, man? I’ve never seen you this upset. Has the market plunged again?” “No, no, it’s to do with her ladyship.”
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