Muriel, it had to be said, though well-intentioned, and capable in her own way, was a muddler, and the office was in better order than when Cleo started. Maybe she could have made a good secretary after all. Perish the thought.
It didn’t take her long to turn over everything back to Muriel, and before she left, she assured her father she’d done this – including the Sara Ruby case. She’d wondered at first if the woman who’d drowned could have been Sara Ruby, but the dead woman had been several inches too tall and many years too old. How terrible such a death was, thought Cleo, haunted by a sadness she couldn’t explain whenever she thought about her, the fact that no one yet had claimed to have known her. How lonely.
‘Don’t you worry about me, Dad,’ she told George when she was ready to le
