MELISSA KNOCKED FOR a second time, and then moved to peer through the window in the office of the Jameson Stables.
“They’re not in there.”
Melissa spun round and found herself looking at a young man of about eighteen. She guessed from his appearance that he was one of the stable-hands. “Do you know where they are?”
“Yeah. Catherine’s giving a lesson down at the South paddock, and Mr Hewitt is at the stables. Would you like me to show you the way?”
“Please.” She didn’t really need a guide, she had been there before, and she could see the stables from where she was, but Melissa figured the stable-hand would follow her anyway, so she might as well have him with her.
A few of the horses in the stables poked their heads curiously over the doors of their stalls as the pair passed. Melissa p
