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SHEBBEAR, EXMOOR, 2013 AD
Alice replaced the ironing board in the cupboard located just down the hall, before returning to their room to hang Jake’s shirts in the wardrobe. She had refused to let him press them because the iron provided by the inn for visitors’ use did not spray steam. She was convinced that she could manage, where he would have struggled. Besides, she was tired of having so little to do while he was out on his mission.
She did, however, have plenty of time to think, so as she hooked the hangers over the rail, she said, “You made two basic mistakes at North Hill, you know.”
“Uh?” He was poring over a map of Exmoor, but her comment had penetrated his busy mind. “I thought I managed rather well. Lorimer and the driver will have no memory of my presence there today.
