CHAPTER FOURVerena could see by the clock on the wall that time was ticking away.
‘Now, if I can just remember Mademoiselle’s secret ingredient, I can begin.’
Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the Steward, carrying a large pitcher of milk covered with a cloth.
“Welcome on board,” he said, “my name is Arthur. I will return later to show you to your cabin, should the Captain deem you worthy of hiring.”
Verena stared after the man as he left as quickly as he had arrived.
She opened the pantry door and began to look for what she needed.
‘Butter, yes, I will need some or perhaps there is some cream somewhere instead? Ah, yes, here it is.’
Her eyes then alighted upon a jar of nutmeg, some had been grated, others were intact.
‘At last, Mademoiselle’s secret!’ she enthused, p
