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Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. The Grand Masquerade Ball
  5. Five Months Earlier . . .
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. September 1936
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. Chapter Ten
  17. Chapter Eleven
  18. Chapter Twelve
  19. Chapter Thirteen
  20. Chapter Fourteen
  21. Chapter Fifteen
  22. Chapter Sixteen
  23. Chapter Seventeen
  24. Chapter Eighteen
  25. October 1936
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-one
  29. November 1936
  30. Chapter Twenty-two
  31. December 1936
  32. Chapter Twenty-three
  33. Chapter Twenty-four
  34. Chapter Twenty-five
  35. Chapter Twenty-six
  36. Chapter Twenty-seven
  37. Chapter Twenty-eight
  38. Chapter Twenty-nine
  39. Chapter Thirty
  40. Chapter Thirty-one
  41. Chapter Thirty-two
  42. Chapter Thirty-three
  43. Chapter Thirty-four
  44. Chapter Thirty-five
  45. Epilogue
  46. A New Year
  47. Extract from Anton Du Beke’s next novel’
  48. Acknowledgements
  49. About the Author
  50. Letter from Author

Georges de la Motte was the youngest son of a youngest son, a French noble by birth – if only there’d been enough estate for him to inherit. While his elder brothers were destined to become masters of country houses and lands with tenant farmers to keep them fat and indolent into their old age, there was very little for the youngest de la Motte to inherit – and instead Georges was expected to join the Legion, or enter industry, or even to dispose of his talents in some charitable endeavour. Destiny, however, had had other plans – for Georges had fallen in love with dance instead. His family, he would later confide in Raymond, had rather disowned him for it. Who, after all, would forsake his fine family for the life of a travelling dancer? But for Georges it was the world. In a ballroom, he was not a noble’s forgotten youngest son; he was the noble himself, and the ballroom his inheritance. All of life was in the ballroom.

Raymond had never known why Georges took such a shine to him that night. In the years that followed, he never dreamed to ask, for fear that the spell would be broken and the friendship soured. But de la Motte invited Raymond to the mansion where he was staying and first taught Raymond the true arts of balance and poise. It was de la Motte who had shown him how to weave from a promenade position, how to hold himself in a double reverse spin, or the trick of truly timing the hover corte. A year later, when Georges was due in London to accompany some lesser Flemish princess in the ballroom at the Savoy, he had made a personal call to Ray Cohen and – on seeing his down-at-heel East End surroundings – suggested he accompany him on a great adventure.

And that was how Ray Cohen had left the safety of the Whitechapel Road behind, swapping it for the hotels and ballrooms of Paris and Berlin. That was how Ray Cohen had seen corners of the world of which his brother Artie would only ever dream. It was all down to the tutelage and friendship of Georges de la Motte – everything from his closed wing and contra check, to his role at the Buckingham and his new name: Raymond de Guise.