‘I am well aware of the weather, thank you. What are you still doing here?’
She took off her bowler hat and wiped the water from her face. ‘Gah …’
‘It’s been over an hour, surely that’s more than enough time to—’
‘Wind’s so strong I could barely stand up on the way over here. Thought I was going to have to crawl.’ She shivered. ‘Mrs Fulton insisted I stay for tea while my tunic dried. Don’t know why she bothered: completely soaked through again. It’s like wading through a cold bath.’
‘This is a restricted area, Miss Miller, and I have a very important job to—’
‘Mr Erskine.’
Ian pulled his chin in. ‘What about him?’
‘Where is he? You said you were relieving him. I’ll need to speak to him.’
Oh for goodness sake. Ian pointed down the stairs. ‘Next floor down. Door marked “Occasional K
