4
It was after luncheon before Sergeant Williams reappeared, breathless, bearing two fat volumes.
‘ You should have left them with the porter,’ Grant said. ‘I didn’t mean you to come sweating up here with them.’
‘ I had to come up and explain. I had only time to go to one shop, but it’s the biggest in the street. That’s the best history of England they have in stock. It’s the best there is anywhere, they say.’ He laid down a severe-looking sage-green tome, with an air of taking no responsibility for it. ‘They had no separate history of Richard III. I mean, no life of him. But they gave me this.’ This was a gay affair with a coat of arms on the wrapper. It was called The Rose of Raby .
‘ What is this?’
‘ She was his mother, it seems. The Rose in question, I mean. I ca
