CHAPTER NINEMrs. Ashley looked frightened to death. Hilary thought she had never seen anyone so ridiculously frightened in her life. Ridiculously because—well, really, there wasn’t anything for her to be frightened about. You don’t need to look like a rabbit in a trap just because you once worked in a house where there was a murder and someone comes to ask you a few quite harmless questions about it. All the same, there was Mrs. Ashley with her mouth open in a pale O and her eyes staring with terror.
“I’m Mrs. Grey’s cousin,” repeated Hilary firmly.
Some kind of a sound came out of the pale O, but it didn’t make any sense.
Hilary tapped with her foot. She really could have shaken the creature.
“Mrs. Geoffrey Grey—Geoffrey Grey’s wife. I’m her cousin. I only want to ask you one or two q
