“Why didn’t he book the Village Hall?”
“They charge a fortune. And the small hall’s still got that leak in the roof. That’s why my store room is filled with easels, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
fortuneAdam grinned at her. Hilda started to scoop the coffee into the cafetière, but stopped for a moment and stared out of the window.
“I wonder if Madison knows her?”
“Who?” Adam looked at her, quizzically.
“Victoria. You said she lives somewhere on Whitechapel. I wonder if Madison knows her.” She shook her head and resumed her coffee making.
“Your little protégé?” Adam asked, with a tinge of cynicism.
“She’s had a difficult time, Adam. Life hasn’t exactly been easy for her.” Hilda lifted the boiled kettle from its base and poured the water onto the coffee. She watched for a minute as it b
