Chapter Twenty-SevenDownstairs, Sandra's mind was racing. Had she heard that correctly? Was Barbara's son-in-law called Robert Jamison? Luck had certainly been on her side when this woman had almost battle-axed her way through the crowd to speak to her. How many times over the last few days had that name popped up? So far, there were three Robert Jamisons, if the man found dead in room 106 was also found to have that name!
Agnes would know exactly how to carry on this conversation. But alas, she wasn't here. Sandra looked around, hoping Jones would take over. However, he was caught up with some people near the door.
“Remind me, what is your name? I seem to have forgotten.”
“Actually, I didn't tell you my name – you didn't ask. But it's Barbara Swift.”
“Thank you, Barbara, if that's you
