He’d gone to the main entrance. Secretaries could do that, but the butler, a very grand fellow, looked at him with bleak contempt. “You’re to go to the study. And I’ll thank you to use the back door, as befits your sort.” Well, that was a flag planted. Conciliate or clash? Luke weighed it up and chose a middle path. “I have orders from his lordship, Mr. Pauncefoot. Thank you very much.”
