CHAPTER FOURDorianna had stood in Mama’s bedroom and wept, urging her again and again to question the servants and to call the Police.
“But Mama! Your jewels must have been stolen! We need to get them back!”
“Please, Dorianna, you must try and understand that I do not want you to interfere. Neville will know exactly what we should do, I am sure.”
Dorianna could hardly remember the last time that her mild-mannered Mama had spoken to her so sternly, and she recognised that she must not go on attempting to persuade her to find out what had happened to the diamonds.
She could only wait and see just what might happen when her Step-papa returned from London.
Mr. Shawcroft seemed like a changed man when he came back to Ashburton Hall a week later.
His eyes were dull and his thin face dro
