Mrs Macfarlane was standing on the landing as I stepped upstairs to my office to retrieve the money from my bureau. She said nothing while the expression in her eyes spoke volumes. 'Haven't you got work to do, Mrs Macfarlane?'
'Yes, Miss Flockhart,' Mrs Macfarlane said. 'And not the devil's work in which you are involved.' Mrs Macfarlane was not a woman to shirk from the truth as she saw it.
'Then please attend to it.' I snapped. I liked Mrs Macfarlane and knew she would understand I was not directing my temper at her.
'We'd be better attending to that Turnbull creature,' Mrs Macfarlane stomped away to show her displeasure.
When Turnbull left with my hundred guineas, I knew that I had to make some decisions. I could not make them in the Thistle Street house, not with Mrs Macfarlane gro
