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