““Why, Geoffrey,” Holly exclaimed, “what happened to our beloved trustee?” “Earl found he had pressing business elsewhere. I suspect he’s become disenchanted with the glamorous world of photography. I hope you’re not?” “Oh no, I’m still enchanted as anything. What shall we do next?” “Stoodley tells me there’s a wig stand on which a distant relative of Queen Anne once parked his peruke. That sounds intriguing, don’t you think? Could Mrs. Blodgett find it for us?” “I expect so. She’s upstairs righ...t now, giving Mrs. Parlett her back rub. I’ll go and ask.” “No, Holly, please don’t leave me alone.” “Why not? Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the ghost?” “No, I’m afraid of Stoodley, to be honest. He’s terrified of losing his prize exhibits, and I don’t want anyone ever to say I was given the chance to pinch something. I’m sure he phoned here as soon as he got home, to give you dire warnings against letting me roam about on my own.” “Nothing of the sort,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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