“Perhaps I may be able to answer any questions you have for Mrs. Ascariot.”
John closed the leather book. “I’m afraid that it may be a bit much for your mind, dear.”
“MY GOD!”
Mrs. Dixon and John jumped in surprise at the outburst in the bathroom.
“What on earth is he doing in there?” John Adams put a hand to his chest as if to quell his throbbing heart.
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Mrs. Dixon put on a rehearsed smile. “Why don’t you go make yourself comfortable in the dining room with a nice glass of tea? Mortimer will be out shortly and he shall join you.”
Unexpectedly, John assented, putting his spectacles inside his breast jacket pocket. “What’s on the menu?”
At that moment, vigorous splashing emanated from the bathroom.
“If you will excuse me.” With a jerk of her head, Mrs. Dixon ignored the i
