‘I’m telling you, Florrie, Clement Benedict was acting strange in the park, so we followed him into the exhibition building. When he got to the statue he just froze, white as a ghost. Then he keeled over in a faint.’
Drew had walked over to the Gardens with the twins, escorting them so they wouldn’t go too far and stay out too long, allowing his mam and Aunt Flora to finish the packing. The twins nodded their heads in agreement from either side of their brother as he spoke to Florentine.
‘Did he say anything?’
‘Not a word. Not a sound except his body hitting the floor.’
‘He fell straight back,’ Katie said.
‘Straight as a cue stick,’ Emily added.
‘Then what happened?’ Florentine asked. The urgency in her brother’s voice and face pushed thoughts of Mr Ridlay to the back of her mind.
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