Chapter Twenty-One
I awoke to find myself in bed, with Dr. Carter standing by my bedside.
‘Ah, there you are!’ he said jovially. ‘That’s quite a turn you had.’ He grasped my wrist and took my pulse. ‘Yes, yes, you’ll do. A nip of brandy and some bed rest and you’ll be as right as rain.’
‘What happened?’ I asked.
‘I couldn’t tell you,’ he replied, ‘but there’s been some kind of a to-do with the police, that I do know. Angela Marchmont sent for me and said somebody had been taken ill, so here I am. Here, take this.’
I took the glass he offered me but did not drink.
‘Where is everyone? Did you see Lady Strickland? Or Inspector Jameson?’
‘No, there was only Mrs. Marchmont here when I arrived. Have they made an arrest, then? Who was it? You won’t tell me, I see. No doubt I shall find out
