Once the horses were settled in nicely, Wilson hopped off the bale, about to escort me back to the manor house, when Tommy arrived, dressed in a suit rather than the more casual clothing he’d worn earlier.
“I’m sorry, Mr Sayer,” he said with the utmost formality. “I’ve been called back to Town.”
“Shall I saddle Anubis, sir?” an older groom asked.
“That won’t be necessary. Ware will drive me. Walk with me to the car, if you please, Mr Sayer.”
I fell into step beside him. “What is it?”
“Bertie rang me up. He needs me in Town.”
“I’ll fetch my carpetbag and be ready to leave with you immediately.”
“No, I’d prefer if you stayed here.”
“I could hardly impose on your mother.”
“You’re not imposing on her in the least. She’ll adore having you.”
“But—”
“Please, Roddy?”
“I don’t see why I
