It seemed funny to see the two objects there neatly arranged by Mrs. Newman’s hand.
Iona took out the pistol and thought that from the way it was made and its beautiful design it could only have come from Russia.
She wondered if it had a history and wished it could talk.
‘I want to go to Russia,’ she mused, ‘and see the lovely Palaces of St. Petersburg.’
Then she told herself that she was being greedy and most people would be very thrilled to see the magnificent paintings in the Picture Gallery here at Woodbridge Court.
She was brushing her hair as her mother had always told her to do when she heard a sound outside the window.
It seemed as if there was something scraping on the ground and she wondered what it could be.
She blew out the candles, walked to the window and drew back the
