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displayed. Do you know, madam, that you were inches from being trampled to death? You should have warned me from the side, not the front. And why on earth did you do so, anyway?”
    “I already told you why I jumped in front of the horses. I was afraid you wouldn’t see me and I didn’t know how long I would have before another car went by. Now that I think about it, it would have been a lot better if I had just waited for an automobile to go by instead of trying to stop a carriage with horses, of all things!”
    “That lantern you waived. What is it made of?” asked Jestyn.
    “Listen, I’m hurting all over so that I can hardly speak,” Jane said with a groan.
    “The doctor is on his way, Miss Fielder. He will soon give you something for the pain in your head and your – uh – limb. I’m expecting him at any moment.”
    “How long ago did you call? I feel weak and the throbbing pains in my head and my leg are more than I can bear. Please do not also subject me to this interrogation. I will gladly answer all your questions once I am able to do so without panting in pain between each word.”
    “Please forgive me, Miss Fielder. I have behaved abominably,” Jestyn said hurriedly, his voice full of dismay at what he now considered a breach. “I think that is Mrs. Claye at the door. She will be able to see to your comfort. I shall see you tomorrow when you are more recovered.”
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    Here she had gone and made him angry at her, Jane thought. “Mr. Greywick!” she exclaimed in alarm. “I didn't mean you should leave me until tomorrow! I meant only that once I'm made more comfortable and the pain has lessened I would very much like to speak to you. I emphasize that I would be even more uncomfortable were I to be left to the care of total strangers. At least I know you by reference. I want to get out of this house tonight, if possible and be on my way back to London. Is this your house?”
    “No, Miss Fielder, this house belongs to Lord Halensford. He very graciously offered his hospitality once I returned here. And it’s impossible for you to leave tonight. You may have a concussion and I will not allow you to move for now. Where exactly did you want me to take you at this time of night?”
    For a few moments Jane remained in a stunned silence. She realized her brain was not working properly. Of course he was right; it would be folly to ask him to take her back to London in the middle of the night. Even if he agreed to it which she doubted, she was in no condition to be moved except in an ambulance.
    “You are in no condition to travel anywhere, Miss Fielder, either today or tomorrow. And London is days away.”
    “Yes, I was coming to the same conclusion, Mr. Greywick, I couldn’t leave tonight. I don’t know what I was thinking. But I would appreciate it if arrangements would be made for me to be transferred to your house tomorrow. If you would rather not have me there during my recovery, then would you please have the doctor transfer me to a hospital in the nearest—uh—city? I have no idea where I am. The last I remember is that I was in Lydford. Are we near London?”
    “You are still in Lydford, Miss Fielder. Beyond Lydford, Exeter is the nearest city. You are nowhere near London. You said a hospital. Are you destitute, Miss Fielder?”
    “I beg your pardon?”
    “There is a hospital in Exeter. But hospitals are for the poor and the indigent, Miss Fielder,” said Greywick, glancing curiously at Jane’s wristwatch. “You might come out worse than you went in or not come out at all.”
    Jane forced herself not to roll her eyes. She was certain hospitals existed in England. This guy seemed to be very much into the role he played for tourists. He must have been in cahoots with the tour people who made up this scam.
    “I have a great many questions as to the very peculiar clothes you’re wearing, Miss Fielder,” Jestyn went on as Jane glanced at him askance, “as well as my alarm at the strange