Heavens, Binky would have a fit. I’d have to try and whisk him through the station without his noticing any of this. The express pulled in on time at five forty-five. I stood behind the barrier, watching anxiously. For a moment I thought he hadn’t caught the train, but then I saw him, striding out in front of a porter who carried his ridiculously small overnight bag with some distaste.

“Quick, let’s get a taxi.” I grabbed his arm as he stepped through the barrier.

“Georgie, stop grabbing me. What’s the rush?”

Suddenly a voice shouted, “There he is. That’s the duke. He’s the one,” and people began to congregate around us. A flashbulb went off. Binky looked at me with utter panic in his eyes. I grabbed the overnight case from the porter, took Binky’s hand and dragged him through the crowd, then shoved him into an arriving taxi, much to the annoyance of those waiting patiently in line.

“What on earth was that?” Binky asked, wiping the sweat from his brow with a monogrammed handkerchief.

“That, dear brother, is the London press. They’ve found out about the body. They’ve been camped outside the house all day.”

“Oh, Lord. Well, that settles it. I’m going to my club. I’ll not put up with that kind of rubbish.” He tapped the glass. “Take us to Brooks, driver.”

“What about me?” I demanded. “Did it occur to you that I can’t go to your club?”

“What? Well, of course you can’t. No women allowed.”

“I’m currently sleeping on a friend’s sofa, but it’s dashed uncomfortable,” I said.

“Look, Georgie, maybe you should go on home.”

“I’ve told you, there are reporters camped out in the square.”

“No, I meant home to Scotland, out of the way of all this unpleasantness,” he said. “It would be the safest thing to do. Book a sleeper on tonight’s Flying Scotsman.”

“I’m not leaving you in the lurch,” I said, thinking that any amount of policemen was preferable to being marooned alone with Fig. “And I think the police would be highly suspicious if I suddenly vanished, the way they are currently suspicious about your vanishing act.”

“Oh, dear, are they? When I realized who was floating there, I thought they’d immediately assume that I did it, and then I thought if I’m up in Scotland, they can’t suspect me, so I made a beeline for King’s Cross and off I went.”

“And left me to be their number one suspect!” I said indignantly.

“Don’t be silly. They can’t possibly suspect you. You’re a mere slip of a girl. You wouldn’t have the strength to drown a big chap like de Mauxville.”

“Not alone. I could have had an accomplice.”