Chapter 17
After we returned from our ride, having sent off the telegram, Tommy suggested, “Why don’t we get out of these clothes? Then we can meet in the parlour for tea.”
“What an excellent idea.”
I didn’t dally, but when I entered the parlour, it was to find Tommy already there. He stood before the fireplace, one hand propped on his hip while the other held a piece of paper. He had his head tilted to one side, and he swore quietly, one word after another filled with irritation.
“What’s wrong?”
“Sir John Synclaire sent me a letter.” He saw my confusion. “Sir John is a neighbour from Kent. His estate is adjacent to Greenbriers. His youngest son is a good friend of mine.”
“Oh?” I was startled at how hollow my voice sounded. Fortunately, Tommy didn’t seem to notice.
“But I can’t bloo
