He let out a breath.“That is ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
He let his arms drop to his sides.“Fine, search her room while I look for her in the garden.”
They parted ways, each walking in opposite directions.
Perhaps Alex was right to pursue this immediately, for this was quite a serious allegation against her uncle.
Why would Mrs.Granger consider her Uncle William a villain?Merely on Ernfield’s cryptic warning?
Had Ernfield even said something to her or was that a lie, too?
Tulip hurried to the staff quarters.
Mrs.Granger had her own room, larger than the rest and set apart from the other bedchambers in a sort of alcove to afford her more privacy.
Tulip knocked on the door.“Mrs.Granger, are you in there?”
No answer.
She knocked louder.
Still no response.
Tulip let out a breath and tried the door handle.
She was relieved when it opened easily and the door swung open to reveal a tidy chamber.
An empty one, too.
“Oh, heaven forgive me,” Tulip said, quietly shutting the door and immediately proceeding to open her housekeeper’s bureau drawers.
She did not know exactly what she was looking for, only that she would recognize it when she came across it.
A diary, perhaps.
But she found none.
Well, someone smart enough to murder three or four dukes and avoid suspicion would not be stupid enough to write down the details of each crime.
Nor did Tulip find a suspicious vial containing pills or any unfamiliar liquids.
In fact, there was absolutely nothing to be found in here.
Not even letters from her family.
No remembrance of her deceased husband, assuming he ever existed.
Not a single personal item.
That seemed odd in itself.
Tulip made certain to leave everything exactly as she had found it and hurried off to search for Alex.
He stood by the willow tree, a hand shaded over his eyes as he gazed toward the distant salt marshes.
She hurried forward and called out to him.
