CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Polidori placed his foot on the step and hoisted himself into the carriage. His face was pale. “Thank you for coming to collect me, Mrs. Shelley.” The blue lantern of the police station shone into the transport’s interior, casting a glow across its occupants. Miss Claire gave him a welcoming smile before pressing her nose to the glass to study the townsfolk and tourists on their evening constitutionals.
Mary placed her hand on Polidori’s, detected an otherwise unnoticeable tension, and gave him a concerned glance. Tapping the head of her umbrella against the ceiling of the carriage, she braced herself against the first jolting movement as the horses pulled off the curb and through the mud. The talk was small on the several minutes’ journey back to the residence, and it
