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Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. TITLES BY RHYS BOWEN
  3. Dedication
  4. Foreword
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. About the Author
  39. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Yes, leave everything exactly as we found it.” There was a pause. “Right. I think that’s all we can do at this moment. Let’s go and have a cup of tea in the kitchen, then.”

I retreated to the top of the stairs so that it appeared I was just coming up as they emerged from Belinda’s room. The inspector raised a questioning eyebrow at me. “Did you want something, my lady?”

“I’m just retrieving my handkerchief from my bedroom, Inspector.”

“Your room is next door?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Do you mind if we take a look around?”

“By all means, Inspector,” I said. “Miss Warburton-Stoke had to share my room last night so you’ll find her fingerprints in there, but apart from that there is nothing of interest, I can assure you.”

“No matter. Just a routine check. And I’d like to test how easy it is to hear through the walls.”

I waited while they rummaged around in my room, then he sent a younger sergeant to speak, then shout in Belinda’s room. I was delighted to observe that they could hear nothing until the loudest shout.

“The walls are pretty darned thick here, aren’t they, sir?” the young sergeant said, returning.

“They seem to be,” the inspector admitted. He turned back to me. “We won’t trouble you any longer, my lady. We’re off for a cup of tea.”

I took a handkerchief from the top drawer, made as if I was straightening items they had moved during their search and as soon as they were safely far away, I slipped into Belinda’s room. The first thing that greeted me was a blast of cold air. The window was wide-open. That was interesting as I didn’t think Belinda was usually the hearty type who slept with her window open in bad weather—unlike my own experience growing up at Castle Rannoch where windows were open in blizzards. Tony’s body had now been covered with a white sheet. I could just make out the shape. I went over to the bed and lifted the sheet a little, shuddering at the sight of his body, so white and cold. His eyes had now been shut but his hair, apparently washed during his bath, had gone into attractive blond curls.