“I know, it feels glorious, doesn’t it?” We exchanged a smile. I couldn’t help noticing how Darcy’s dark eyes lit up when he smiled and I felt a little flutter in my heart.

“But what about you?” he asked. “When did you get here?”

“I arrived last night,” I said. “I decided to come and help Fig with her party of Americans.”

“I see. I must say that was noble of you.” He looked amused and suddenly I remembered what I had deduced on the drive from the train. He knew why I was here. Someone must have tipped off Scotland Yard or the Home Office or the special branch or whoever they were to my misdeeds at the nightclub. That constable had come too early in the morning for this to have been reported in a normal fashion during normal office hours. So it had to have been a late night or early morning telephone call. Who else but Darcy himself could have made that call? If he was, as I suspected, a spy of some sort, he’d be chummy with those shadowy people in the special branch.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” I blurted out.

“What was me?”

“You tipped off Scotland Yard about my embarrassing evening at the nightclub. You betrayed me. You tricked me into coming up here so that I could be a spy for Sir Jeremy Whatever-His-Name-Is.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear.”

“I’m not your dear,” I said, feeling my cheeks burning now with anger. “Obviously you don’t care a damn about me. You only show up when I’m useful to somebody in the government. I’m fed up with being used.”

“I’d volunteer to use you more often, but you don’t give me the chance,” he said, that wicked smile spreading across his face and his eyes flirting.

“Oh, most amusing,” I snapped.

“Just trying to make you see that you are upsetting yourself over nothing,” he said.

“Over nothing? I like that. You pretend to be interested in me one minute, then you disappear for weeks on end with no communication whatsoever, then you betray me to Scotland Yard. Well, I’ve had enough. I can’t trust you, Darcy O’Mara. I don’t want to see you again.”

I spun Rob Roy around and urged him into a gallop. I knew we were going too fast for the twists and turns of the path, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to go fast enough to obliterate all thoughts and feelings.