TWENTY-THREE
“I could feel the anticipation rising in me as my aunt’s story grew closer to Amy’s death. If everything she was telling me now was true, poor Amy had more than enough reason to wish revenge on my ancestors. The fact that I had suddenly appeared out of the blue and taken up residence in the manor doubtless gave the poor girl cause to presume that I was somehow a part of the misery and heartache that she had suffered at the hands of my benefactor, and, especially, his wicked father.
“The other thought which I could not shake was the location at which Amy had been run over. Was my aunt describing the steep bend in the road known locally as the Widow-Maker? I remembered Peterson explaining to me that it was an old town custom to call it by that name, but now I wondered if that
