“I’m afraid of what this could mean.” Mrs. Dixon looked one by one, into the faces of those around her.
“What? What could it mean?” Millie scrunched her face in confusion.
Neville didn’t move, his head remained in his hands. Mrs. Dixon suspected that he had long ago come to the conclusion that she just had, but that he was quite unwilling to accept it.
“It was an inside job,” Mrs. Dixon answered, her expression a practiced façade.
Mrs. Peabody gasped. “You don’t suspect it was one of us who did it?”
“Not one of us at the table,” Mrs. Dixon fixed her gaze on Neville who had now lifted his head, his face ashen.
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“Neville?”
“I’ve not been to the master’s room yet this morning,” he met her eyes.
With a flurry of excitement all four of them leapt up from their chairs and rushe
