CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
To Wipe Away the Stain
“Lizzy, dear, please let me in.”
Her face was ashen when Jonathan’s widow finally answered the knock and found Arthur Norbel standing at the bedroom door.
It seemed that neither Arthur nor Lizzy had slept since Jonathan’s fall: both looked weary to the bone. A new sun had already arisen in the morning sky and the dew was off the grass.
“He’s been laid out in the parlor. I finally got enough liquor in Priscilla to put her out. She should sleep for the next several hours. The constable is here to take your statement, then I think that, under the circumstances, you should leave the Grimsby Hall.
“Leave?”
“She’s accusing you of murder,” Arthur explained.
“Oh, dear, God, that isn’t true. It isn’t.”
“I know. But until she can be convinced, I thi
