“Did he say when he was likely to return to England?”
Ursula shook her head, her eyes fixed on the letter. “No. . . . The letter is more of an apology, really.”
Lord Wrotham raised an eyebrow. “For alerting Dobbs to Katya’s inquiries?”
Ursula swallowed hard. “No, for failing to appreciate love when he had it.”
A knock on the front door caught them both off guard.
“Who on earth could that be, at this time?” Ursula wondered aloud.
Biggs opened the door and entered the parlor, followed by Chief Inspector Harrsion. Through the doorway Ursula could see two policemen waiting by the front door.
“Chief Inspector,” she said, rising from her seat. “This is unexpected.”
“My sincere apologies, Miss Marlow, for involving you in this.”
Ursula looked at him with blank incomprehension. Lord Wrotham was standing stock-still. She could feel the tension in his body even though his face remained impassive.
“My Lord, this is one of the hardest things I have ever done, but I felt it ought to be me and no one else who did it.” Harrison’s voice broke slightly.
“What on earth are you talking about?” Ursula demanded.
“Lord Oliver Wrotham,” Harrison continued, ignoring her, “I am here to arrest you on charges of conspiracy to commit treason against his majesty’s government.”