She stared. ” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. He unhooked it from the front clasp. Melusine—the real Melusine—would never have made such a stupid mistake. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?” “Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very egotistical. They could not have called it a fatal motor accident if he had not been dead. We want to celebrate, and we want you to help us. ” She lingered over her tea, and glancing around, a sudden reflection on the change in her surroundings from the scene of her last night’s supper brought a faint, humorous smile to her lips. That he’s come here at all shows he’ll stop at nothing. Only identity, and a chance to be someone other than a nun.
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