“Yes; I am in rather a difficulty. You are the only person who can help me.”
Nicholas laughed shortly.
“It is an odd experience to be told that I can be of service to any one,” he said. “What is it?”
Trix drew a long breath.
“Mr. Danver, I want you to release me from my promise.”
Nicholas’s eyes narrowed suddenly. A little gleam, like the spark from iron striking flint, flashed from them.
“What do you mean?” he asked coldly.
Trix’s heart chilled at the tone.
“I must try and explain,” she said. “In the first place, of course you know who your under-gardener really is?”
Nicholas stared at her.