Chapter SevenUpon returning to my room I found a suit had been laid out on the bed. Remembering someone had mentioned dinner was promptly at six-thirty, and the time on the large clock sitting between the two windows of my bedroom read twelve past six, I changed and headed back downstairs.
That night I ate with the entire Stamford family, minus the heat-loving, reptilian-like general. The tension between mother and eldest daughter was still so palpable it could have been used as gravy for the fine roast mutton that was the centre of the evening’s repast. With my memory back, I now had to keep up the pretence of my injury and former bumble-mindedness. Robyn Stamford ate only a few morsels, gave me a filthy look, and then left. I assumed she was heading out on the town as I had uncovered in
