Peppercorn Woman [antikvár]

Chapter One 'Throw it to the dogs!' Drained of colour, Tyler Cadell stared at the woman watching him, horror etched deep on her face. Livid with rage he struck out with a booted foot sending a small ebony table crashing against the wall, a crazed shout echoing after it. 'Do it . . . do it now!' 'You can't mean that . . .' His eyes hard as blue gránité, he lowered his voice to a menacing whisper. 'I mean every word. You feed that monstrosity to the dogs! Do as I say or by Christ I'll do it myself and throw you in after it!' Huddled beneath a hedge, shawl drawn tight against the láncing rain, Garnet Cadell sobbed as memories trod relentlessly through her mind. The letter had said Tyler would be home in one week's time. His business in India now fmished he had a few things to settle in London and then he would be home. Tall, fair haired and blue eyed he had swept her off her feet the night they had met at the Commissioner's Ball in Mariwhal. For a year he had paid court to her,