Thordric put down the paintbrush and put the lid back on the tins of paint. Quickly checking his uniform for stray flecks, he headed downstairs to see why Lizzie had called him down. When he reached the front door, he saw a constable standing there speaking to her. He looked at Thordric gravely and beckoned to him.
‘The constable here says my brother needs you back at the station,’ Lizzie said before the constable could open his mouth.
‘I’d better be going then,’ Thordric said. ‘I resealed all the paint tins, ma’am, and the wall should be dry soon. Please don’t hesitate to ask if you need any more chores doing.’ Lizzie raised her eyebrow slightly but knew he was right to be formal in front of the constable; questions would certainly be asked otherwise.
The constable tipped his helmet to
