Chapter 61

“The door isn’t there.” His voice was that of a very young boy. “Why isn’t there a door there? I would have sworn…How very foolish of me. But then Father always said I was a fool, when he spoke to me at all.”

“St John!”

My nephew blinked, looked around, and shook his head. “Here is the wine, Robert.”

Dorincourt took the bottles and set them carefully aside. “St John, the only door downstairs is to the wine cellar.”

My nephew smiled, the vague look gone from his gaze. “Well, of course. Whoever said there was another? Are these wines all right, my dear?”

“Yes, yes, they’re fine,” he said impatiently, barely sparing them a glance. “I’m more concerned about you. Are you all right?”

“But of course I am.”

“I wish I could…” Dorincourt sent a brief look my way and bit back whatever he was going to say.