The Comte de la Valle was a spy. Of that, Harriet Willoughby was certain. Hewas the same man who, dressed as a smuggler, had accosted her on the marshand had dared to claim a kiss as the price of her passage. He had the samedisturbing gray eyes. And, when he kissed her again, the same disturbingeffect upon her senses. But why did all the ton accept him as an emigre? Whydid Lord Burbridge regard him so highly? Harriet was new to London, anunsophisticated girl just coming out, but she knew her duty. She must seethat the truth was revealed...