He put his other hand over hers. “Did they tell you why I can’t set foot in England?”
“Yes, but I do not care. Did you kill that person whose name I have forgotten?”
“No, I did not.”
“ Bon! Then we must at once discover who did do it,” said Eustacie briskly. “I see now that this is a much better adventure than I thought.”
“Do you believe me, then?” he asked.
“But certainly I believe you!”
He laughed, and pulling her to him, kissed her cheek. “Well, save for Basil, you’re the only person who does.”
“Yes,” said Eustacie. “But me, I do not like Basil.”
He was about to answer her when Ned Bundy loomed up through the darkness and twitched his sleeve. “Abel,” he said laconically.
Eustacie heard the crunch of a pony’s hooves on the snow and the next moment saw the pony, with a short, thick-set man sitting astride the pack-saddle. Ludovic took her hand and led her up to the newcomer. “Well?” he said.