CHAPTER THREEI didn’t go back to the lounge with Rosemary. The rain was starting in good earnest, we’d just had the second floor papered, and it would never occur to Julius and Lilac to see that the windows were closed, not if they happened to have company in the kitchen.
As it happened, I needn’t have bothered. Julius and Lilac did have company, but that inestimable man Sergeant Buck had seen that the hatches were battened down. He had also seen that Aunt Carrie’s ferns were put out on the lawn to catch the rain, the lawn chairs and the hammock brought in to the porch, the net from the tennis court neatly folded and stowed away in the garage, and my hat, gardening gloves and trowel brought in from the rock garden where I’d left them. All that should have given me some idea of what to exp
