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The next day was Saturday, meaning no buses ran to Tavistock. He walked up the village to his regular vantage point and called Celia, but again received no answer.
His concern was boiling over to outright worry. He’d turned down—regrettably, now he considered it—a pass, but no woman he’d ever known would have stayed angry so long. Not when he was also technically in her employ.
There was so much he needed to tell her. The letters, his suspicion of Nick Jones, the evidence linking the teacher to the Penleven area. Then there were the letters: prove that Amos hadn’t forgotten his daughter, that he had even intended to take her with him.
There was so much he needed to ask too. Where had the family money gone? Who might Amos have trusted enough to leave Charlotte and his current project
