“I heard the name once, Harry, but I can"t remember exactly who said it.” George was sitting opposite Mrs Squires on one of the sofas that flanked the coffee table, Phillip, my grandfather, had brought back to London from his travels abroad. The only chair that was left vacant was the grey leather one that I remember Elliot using when I"d come to tell him of my mother"s imminent death. I felt embarrassed as I sat in it. Mrs Squires smiled at me as I was awkwardly fidgeting as George continued.
“Both Maudlin and Phillip were in the drawing room entertaining some theatrical people when I overheard it. Looking back I think it was just before Phillip took over at Queen Anne"s Gate, or rather Maudlin allowed him to think he was in control there. Normally the two hardly spoke, having only Annie
