CHAPTER TEN
Audrey couldn’t help waking early each morning. Although the biting cold that blew through the old windows and corridors did not encourage her to get out of bed, the pressure on her bladder ensured she was downstairs making mint tea before 7 a.m. most days.
She hoped that by opening up her lath and plaster walls to the whole town, there was a chance that somebody would let slip information about what had gone on in the old house, even if it was second or third hand. Her husband was no longer with her; her grown-up sons had their own lives to lead, and she had nothing but old age to look forward to. If the nagging voice in her head was ever to be quelled, she had to act now. She owed it to her younger self. Occasionally, she had been a bit frightened of the dark shadows and ac
