Chapter Six
I can’t tell ye how much I appreciate Lord Pemberton-Howe taking an interest in the estate, Miss,” Mr. Hancock said in an almost monotone voice, which made it very hard to find the truth in his words. The fact that he was sitting absolutely straight at attention with his face set in a hard mask on the opposite side of the great mahogany desk in the study did nothing but confirm my suspicion.
I had not been able to pin down Mrs. Barker in the morning as I had hoped. I was certain she was deliberately avoiding me. She’d even sent the daily in with my breakfast that morning, so I wouldn’t have the opportunity to quiz her.
So now, I was stuck with Mr. Hancock, the steward. I had deliberately asked him to meet me in the study since my mother taught me that a woman is more likely
