Chapter 17: A Journey North
Robert proved a second time he was a whiz at finding people in the telephone listings. After a few dead ends, he reached Rose Baker in Yorkshire. After ringing off, Robert relayed to Leslie and Edward their short conversation. He picked up his reading glasses, slipped them down his nose, and in a rather good imitation of a grand dame, told them the old dear was quite adamant that Bertie wasn’t her nephew but a distant relation. A cousin several times removed, she said, but she’d be willing to see them the following day.
Next morning promptly at 10 A.M., Leslie and Edward boarded the Flying Scotsman at King’s Cross for the city of York. From there, it would be a hop and a skip to Rose Baker’s home on Dale Street, only a short walk from the railway station.
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