Perfect. "Then I'd like to go down to Madame Biltcliffe's and pick up my Spring gown. I'll need it for the Celebration."
"I can send someone to get it if you like."
"No need; I'd like to go on a ride. It's such lovely weather. I should be back in time for tea."
Indeed, the day had turned overcast and chill. But Pearson only said, "Yes, mum," and turned to leave.
"Pearson, did you ever learn when Mrs. Molly is 'at home'?"
"Yes, mum. Every day, it seems. Forgive me, the matter must have slipped my mind."
It was unusual for anything to slip Pearson's mind. "Thank you." I turned my attention to the third letter. Also from Gardena, it invited me to luncheon on the 1st of March. This must be when we were to meet with her blackmailer. As long as I was back in time to dress for the Celebrati
