I found him in the breakfast room, where a buffet-style meal had been set out. He stared at my mouth hungrily, and then shook out his newspaper and turned his attention to it.
“Hmm. It seems Lord Carnarvon and Mr Howard Carter are on their way back to London. Shall I ask Mother to invite them to Greenbriers?”
“That’s entirely up to you and Lady Fortescue-Smythe.” No, no, please no! I wasn’t certain how I would react to seeing the men who’d been there when Charlie died.
“Well, it was just a thought. Let me know if you’d like that.”
“Um…yes. I mean, all right, I’ll think about it.”
There was cocoa in a pot, which I hadn’t had since I was a boy. I poured myself a cup, took a sip and almost moaned as the richness of the chocolate burst on my tongue. I set down the cup at my place and wand
