Chapter 41
Tom answered the ringing telephone. ‘Hello, Harry.’
He hadn’t spoken to his brother since Kitty’s vindictive outburst in Hobart. He had, however, received a string of solicitors’ letters, returning them unopened. Binburra wasn’t for sale, so what was the point?
But the Harry on the phone wasn’t the angry, resentful person he’d left behind on that fateful night. This was a much more reasonable Harry; a Harry suddenly interested in putting things right between them. It seemed an impossible task, even to Tom, but if his brother was willing to give it a go, so was he.
‘I’ll be at Canterbury Downs for a few days this week, inspecting the Hills End mine. Could I drop by one night, Tom? For dinner maybe.’
‘Come if you like, but I’m warning you, Harry — if this is about Binburra yo
