Chapter Eleven
In the hall I met Rosamund. She brightened when she saw me and took my hand.
‘I’m so glad it’s you,’ she said. ‘Come with me to the morning-room. The handsome inspector wants to speak to Mr. Pomfrey and me about Neville’s will and I’m frightened he will clap me in irons immediately and carry me off.’
‘I don’t think you need worry about that,’ I said, ‘but of course I’ll come with you if you like. Won’t old Pomfrey kick up a fuss, though?’
‘He can fuss all he likes but I simply must have a friend with me and I know I can depend on you, Charles,’ she replied.
I felt more pleased than I could say that Rosamund still considered me such a close friend. With my heart beating hard in my chest, I smiled warmly down at her. She smiled back and led me into the morning-room, where
