CHAPTER 12
Liliad stared resolutely out of the window as I regaled her with the events of the day. ‘Mary, the receptionist at J L & F turned out to be a mine of information. She actually knew Mother all those years ago; the only trouble is she’s made me a bit doubtful – I think I may have wasted my money getting Martin Blanchford to investigate Mr Farquhar.’ I waited for some response, I felt my comment at least deserved a querying look but Liliad didn’t move. Peeved I took hold of her arm and forcibly turned her toward me. Her eyes were cold, an ice-tipped silence swelling the space between us; her unspoken accusation hanging heavy in the air.
I squirmed under her gaze, instinctively aware of the reason for her animosity. ‘I know, I should have told you; I’m sorry.’ My voice barely abov
