The Duke Wore Jeans [antikvár]

CHAPTER ONEStanley Maddox finished speaking and rested his hands together on the top of his desk. He stared at the girl sitting opposite him, waiting for her to speak. But shock seemed to have struck her dirnib. Understandably, he thought, for he had reacted similarly when he had read the letter from the detective agency at the weekend.T don't suppose there could possibly be a mistake?' she said finally.'No.' He leaned back in his chair, tall, spare, and grey-haired. 'The "business Mr Saville's great-great-grandfather started when he emigrated to America is still in existance, though Mr Saville has never had any personal connection with it. He inherited his shares from his fatherprobably kept them out of sentiment as they're not worth much,' he added with a slight smile. 'The company keep a list of all their shareholders and their addresses, so from there on it was plain sailing.''I wish I'd never found those letters,' Susan Andrews said forcefully. 'It would have been better for the Wentworth line to become extinct than be carried on by a man like Gregg Saville.'Her mind went back to that fateful day, three months ago, when she had gone down to Brocklehursthome of the Dukes of Wentworth for the past three hundred and fifty yearswith a man from Sothebys, who had been asked to make an inventory and valuation of the contents for probate.'Start in the attic,' they had been instructed by the Duchess. 'It's full of rubbish as far as I know, butI