Chapter Twenty One'You have been busy,' Lady Stanhope sat straight- backed in her chair, sipping from a cup of tea that a maid brought to her. She was so erect she looked like one of the marble statues that stood at various points around the pool of limpid water in her Italian garden.
'We've done our best,' Lorna said.
'You have discovered more than the police have,' Lady Stanhope said. 'However, there are still mysteries to unravel.'
'Yes, Your Ladyship.' Lorna agreed. 'I am not sure what Miss Appleton is up to with her Chosen Girls. She may only be preparing them for marriage as she says…'
'I don't like her methods,' Lady Stanhope said. 'I do agree that they are successful, but having them jump naked into a dirty pool of water and that other strange ceremony…' She rattled her cup in
