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Chapters (62)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. PART ONE
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. PART TWO
  11. CHAPTER 6
  12. CHAPTER 7
  13. CHAPTER 8
  14. CHAPTER 9
  15. CHAPTER 10
  16. PART THREE
  17. CHAPTER 11
  18. CHAPTER 12
  19. CHAPTER 13
  20. CHAPTER 14
  21. CHAPTER 15
  22. CHAPTER 16
  23. PART FOUR
  24. CHAPTER 17
  25. CHAPTER 18
  26. CHAPTER 19
  27. CHAPTER 20
  28. CHAPTER 21
  29. CHAPTER 22
  30. PART FIVE
  31. CHAPTER 23
  32. CHAPTER 24
  33. CHAPTER 25
  34. CHAPTER 26
  35. CHAPTER 27
  36. PART SIX
  37. CHAPTER 28
  38. CHAPTER 29
  39. CHAPTER 30
  40. CHAPTER 31
  41. CHAPTER 32
  42. PART SEVEN
  43. CHAPTER 33
  44. CHAPTER 34
  45. CHAPTER 35
  46. CHAPTER 36
  47. CHAPTER 37
  48. PART EIGHT
  49. CHAPTER 38
  50. CHAPTER 39
  51. CHAPTER 40
  52. CHAPTER 41
  53. CHAPTER 42
  54. CHAPTER 43
  55. Acknowledgements
  56. Keep Reading …
  57. Unquiet Spirits
  58. The Devil’s Due
  59. Coming next
  60. About the Author
  61. Also by Bonnie MacBird
  62. About the Publisher

‘All right, Miss Wyndham. I realize you do feel invaded,’ he said, gently. ‘This room is a kind of sanctuary from a life of dissatisfaction. I suppose if I were a female, and felt, well, as excluded from life as you do, I might consider not only securing an escape like this one – but also defending it with the same passion and conviction. Please calm yourself. I do not intend to force you to do anything you do not want to do, nor to give you away.’

She stared at Holmes uncertainly. This was not the response she was expecting.

‘You are patronizing me.’

‘Miss Wyndham, not at all,’ I said. ‘Mr Holmes has only your best interests at heart.’

‘Why should I trust you?’ she said.

‘Why not? I am here to help, not point a finger,’ said Holmes. ‘May I suggest we all sit down and discuss the dilemma of your disappearance in a civilized manner? No one wishes you harm. In fact, just the opposite. Let us attempt to negotiate a truce.’

Holmes stepped further away from her on the pretext of setting down his hat on a table. He looked about for something on which to sit, espied a low stool tucked under that same table, drew it out and sat down. ‘Do join me, Watson. Sit here.’

I noticed another stool under the table, drew it out and sat next to him. It felt extremely awkward in that strange room, seated so low to the floor, facing the standing young woman. She faltered, not expecting this. But the odd choreography had the intended effect. It allowed the girl to feel in charge.

She paused. Then, with sudden resolve, she returned to her blue velvet divan and resumed the relaxed position she had occupied when we entered the room, now peering haughtily down at us.

Holmes had successfully averted disaster.

‘I would like to help you, Miss Wyndham,’ my friend said, as though everything that had just transpired had not happened. ‘And at the same time put the fears of those who care for you at rest. Let us come to a method together. First of all, do tell me your reasons for this subterfuge.’

‘It is obvious,’ said she, angrily. ‘I am suffocating at home.’

‘Tell me about this,’ said Holmes.