Chapter Seventeen“You are a brave woman,” Mr Carmichael said.
“Why?” Matthew asked. “Why are you doing this for me?”
“Can't you guess?” I asked. I was suddenly aware of strange anguish in Mr Carmichael's face.
“We've no time for this,” Mr Carmichael's voice was rougher than usual. “If you are sure, Miss Moffat, then we shall go ahead.”
“I am sure,” I heard the tremor in my voice.
“All right then. If you care to come with me, you can change in the next room. Nobody will see you.”
“Change?” I indicated the bag I had brought from Winter Lodge.
“Not into your own clothes, Miss Moffat. You will have to change into the sort of clothes a seaman's doxy would wear,” Mr Carmichael said.
“Of course.” I looked down at myself. I had taken pains dressing this morning, wearing my most favourite c
