‘Whatever is it?’ He tried being jocular. ‘The milkman hasn’t eloped with that girl from the village – what was her name, Enid or something?’
‘See for yourself.’ She thrust a piece of paper at him. ‘I’m up to my ears in debt, so my accountant tells me, that’s what.’ At the thought of the shame of it all, she burst into tears again.
‘But that can’t be right,’ Harry protested loyally. ‘Why, you’ve got a thriving business here. You’re never short of lodgers and everyone knows you always pay on time. How can he make that out?’
‘Then how come he says I’ve got to sell up to pay off all my debts – when I’ve never knowingly owed a penny in my life?’
‘That’s ridiculous,’ said Harry scanning the figures. ‘There must be a mistake. It says here you owe a small fortune – what does he expect you to
