“Oh no!” Mrs. Peabody was angry that her family recipe had been corrupted. “Who would do such a thing?”
“I have my suspicions. Regardless… we mustn’t tell anyone.” Mrs. Dixon averted her gaze. “We need to search for other bottles and hide the evidence.”
“Do you think John did it?”
“Who else knows the location of the key to the wine cellar?”
“Besides the staff and the family? No one.”
“And you did see him snooping around last night in the kitchen?”
“Yes,” Mrs. Peabody affirmed. “But why would he be looking for liquor in the safe?”
“I don’t know, but I do know that he was acting strangely last evening. He was also clearly drunk.” Mrs. Dixon turned on her heel and stormed out the door, and down the hall to the kitchen, Mrs. Peabody in tow. “I’m sure he is the culprit! The next time we
