Chapter ElevenThe reception area of the hotel was busy with health-seekers and a few local people. The clerk was busy, yet Gibson rushed over as soon as Lorna arrived at the desk. 'Yes, Miss Buchanan?'
'Good morning Mr Gibson,' Lorna was still surprised how much power her relationship with Lady Stanhope afforded her. 'I am looking for somebody named Sam Bellamy. I am not sure if it is a man or a woman, or even a girl.' She gave her most charming smile. 'Her Ladyship did say that you were the best person to ask about any such thing.'
Gibson preened himself at the supposed praise. 'There are a few Bellamies in these parts,' he said. 'I don't know a Sam, though.' He leaned forward across the counter and screwed up his face in thought. 'Let's see; there is Old Peter Bellamy and his wife Mary
