“Mrs. Thomas?” added Hilda Price, beckoning Grace back towards her, “The visitor that you saw earlier?”
Grace pricked up her ears and nodded.
“Well, you didn't see him, alright?”
Grace opened her mouth to contradict the other woman but changed her mind. Oh, so it was some illicit affair was it, she thought, probably with a married man!
Back at the guest house, d**k was in the kitchen with the newspaper spread out on the table. He was circling his horses with a thick marker pen.
“Alright love?” he asked, looking up as Grace closed the back door, “How was Mrs. Price?”
“Oh, you mean Miss. Price.” she replied sternly, following up the remark with a full disclosure on what she had seen on arrival at the grey house.
“Was it anyone we might know?” d**k inquired, genuinely quite intrigued b
