CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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“BRYONY, IT’S QUITE late and I’d like to go back home,” Mrs Stevens said in a severe voice.
She stopped in the doorway and her request interrupted Bryony’s thoughts.
“You can’t,” the girl practically jumped off her chair. She worried the old lady might be a target that night again. “You can go only when the constable assigned to stay with you arrives. Isn’t that right, sir?” she turned to the policeman who had stayed with them that afternoon.
The man had remained silent when he heard the determination in the old woman’s voice.
“I’m sorry, my dear,” the woman said in a steely voice. She didn’t allow the constable to answer, but continued, “I can’t stay one moment more. I want to go home, and be among my own things. You’re a nice girl, but I don’t like to st
