She smiled, as she realised she wasn’t the only one mirroring Rosalind. Juliette had drifted away from her to stand at the next window along from the actress, also resting one hand on the sill as she looked out of the window. Posy wondered what was so fascinating out there.

‘Hugh and I have tried to keep this study as it would have been when Lettice was writing here, although I have to admit that sometimes I think Hugh sneaks up here to work – or for a bit of peace and quiet.’ Isobel gave a small laugh. ‘But we’ve also displayed some of Lettice’s most meaningful keepsakes and memorabilia on the shelves for visitors to enjoy. Like the Diamond Dagger lifetime achievement award she was presented with, just before her death. And, of course, the jeweller’s loupe that the studio gave her – studded with genuine rubies and diamonds – when filming concluded on the last of the original Dahlia Lively films.’

‘Before that, it was yours, wasn’t it, Rosalind?’ Caro said. ‘Must have hurt like hell to give that back.’

Rosalind didn’t respond, and Caro joined the VIP fans as they moved closer to study the loupe as Isobel lifted it from its glass case. Posy followed, frowning. What the hell was a loupe, anyway?

‘It’s just like ours, isn’t it, Harry?’ The woman in the tweed jacket nudged her husband, and they both held up their mini magnifying glasses.

‘Except ours aren’t rubies and diamonds.’ Harry picked up the real thing for a closer look.

‘They definitely look the part, though,’ Caro said, studying them both. ‘When I was Dahlia, I had this really plasticky one that didn’t look authentic at all.’

‘Lower budgets on TV than film, I suppose,’ Rosalind said, proving she was paying some attention to the tour. ‘Besides, weren’t there an awful lot of thefts from the sets on that show?’

‘Extras taking souvenirs,’ Caro said. ‘Bound to happen on a show as popular as mine.’

‘There must be a lot of valuable stuff in this study,’ the guy in the Christmas jumper commented, as he looked around. ‘Bet your insurance premiums are through the roof on this place.’

‘Yes, it must be a nice little nest egg, all this stuff,’ Harry added, exchanging a look with his wife Posy couldn’t read.

All the money talk made her wonder. People mentioned money when they either wanted people to think they had it, or when they needed it, in Posy’s experience. If one of the fans here needed money, how far would they go to get it?

She supposed she’d know if one of them met her at the folly at three o’clock.

‘But of course we’d never sell it,’ Isobel said, shutting down the discussion. ‘The items in this room are my husband’s family legacy, and that is what matters most.’

‘Of course, of course,’ Harry said, placatingly.