CHAPTER SEVENLucia sat by her mother’s bedside table, waiting for Doctor Maybury.
When eight o’clock arrived, Mrs. Darrowby brought her a tray of sandwiches and tea.
“Thank you so much. Is there still no sign of Doctor Maybury? Mama is getting restless as she thinks he’s not coming.”
“Even the Master is pacing up and down the hall, miss! I shouldn’t want to be in Doctor Maybury’s shoes when he does finally turn up!”
Lucia was relieved that Sir Arthur appeared at last to be showing some outward signs of concern for her mother.
Eventually, at half-past eight, they heard the front door bell ring and Moston brought Doctor Maybury upstairs.
The old man doddered through the door with his glasses perched on the end of his nose and a black bag in his hand.
Lucia thought he looked as if he w
