Sighing, Charlotte trailed her hand across the windowsill. She bit her lip as she raised her head to look at her brother. ‘Xenia persuaded me it was true the night Harry left me and I found the note. That Miss Rosington and Harry were lovers, I mean. At the time I was filled with fury and vengeance. Xenia told me Miss Rosington had been seen not once, but twice, in compromising circumstances with Harry. By the time she’d finished talking to me I believed it to be the truth, myself, even though I’d long harboured other suspicions.’
‘But how could you have other suspicions?’ Perry shook his head. What Charlotte suggested made no sense as far as Miss Rosington was concerned. ‘The scrap of note in the locket contained the last four letters of Miss Rosington’s Christian name. It’s what determi
