Chapter Sixteen
Gussie, Clarissa, Ivo and Great-Aunt Honoria went all over the townhouse, room-by-room, just to be certain there was no Marianne Daughtry lurking anywhere within it, nor any incipient fires set by that enterprising lady. There wasn’t. Nor was there any trace of Mrs. Everleigh, which puzzled Gussie, and cost her some little disquiet. Wherever that lady had gone, it was on no innocent business: the dead coldness of her eyes protested against her having any capacity for innocent business left.
Still, it was no concern of Gussie’s, and she could do nothing about it. She dismissed the matter from her mind, and devoted herself instead to the defence of the house. ‘We had better set up a watch,’ she decided, once the search was complete, and the searchers had returned to gather
