London Calling
“I trust you slept well?”“Very well. Thank you, Aunt Ruth.” Susanna glanced at the maid, Rose, who was setting a fresh plate of eggs and curried ham on the sideboard.She had, in fact, been asleep for no more than an hour when Rose had come in with a morning cup of tea. But Rose had looked curious enough at the sight of Susanna’s cloak, still damp from the walk home in the rain, thrown over the hearthside chair; Susanna did not want to give her any more reason to question where she might have bee...n last night.Susanna waited until the door of the breakfast room had closed behind Rose, and then she said in a rush, “Aunt Ruth, I need to visit Admiral Tremain’s house again—as soon as possible.”Ruth’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “I see.”There was a gentle enquiry to the words, and Susanna said, “I know I have promised to tell you everything. But I am afraid . . . I am afraid that it may be safer for you if I do not.” Her lips twisted in a grim smile. “It is always easier to maintain a truth than tell a convincing lie.MoreLess
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