“Miss you look a right picture; you really do.’
Once again he opened the doors as if he was addressing royalty as the two you ladies got in. The shorter dress with the white tassels went with her hair band.
Abigail was going to be a beauty alright and for the first time when Muriel looked at her and she saw Ellen Forrester’s image before her.’ The resemblance was uncanny.’
There was no mistake Abigail was Ellen’s daughter.’ “The thing was she didn’t know what to do about it.’
The car drove along the countryside now all the trees were bare and the farm land all ploughed and ready to be wintered. The place took on a real Christmas theme as they drove up the path to the manor house.
Abigail ran into the house to show her mother her new look.’
“My word said Ester you look so grown up Abigail; you make me feel old.’
“You are not old mother you always look so young.’
“I cannot get over how grown up she is Muriel.’
“Me either but she is growing into a young woman now Aunt and before long she will be breaking hearts.’
Abigail went to her room and took off the dress and changed into the ordinary clothes and suddenly she was a little girl again. Abigail didn’t like it.’
Muriel prepared for Gerry to arrive she put on a pair of black trousers that she had bought and a white blouse. She took a fountain pen and some paper ready and placed them on the desk next to the Typewriter.
Gerry arrived just after six forty five. He brought a bottle of red wine with him He wore a charcoal coloured tuxedo with black lapels; he had on a white shirt, and dickey bow tie. His shoes were highly polished and he looked very smart.’
Come in Gerald said Ester’ would you like a drink before dinner?’
“A scotch would be nice Ester.’
“Would that be with soda Gerald?’
Ester poured him a large whiskey and then using a siphon filled the glass half full with soda Please sit down Gerald; Muriel will be down presently.
Thank you for the wine by the way how did you know I was partial to fine claret.’
“A little bird told me he winked as he took a drink from the whiskey tumbler.’
“Single malt as well Ester very nice; yes Walter liked single malt whiskey you know.’
“Yes I believe he did.’
“So you knew my husband then?’
No, not really; I only met him a few times but I knew some of his clients.’ I used to look after them shall we say.’
“I see; Ester now knew that he knew her husband was homosexual but had not even mentioned it before. Maybe there was more to Gerald Sedgemore than she first thought.
“What was he after she wondered; maybe he thought that by trying to gain the affections of her niece that he would stand to inherit her fortune. He was playing a dangerous game and Muriel was right about him all along. She would speak with her confidant who would do some digging into Mr Sedgemore’s affairs.
Can I be frank with you Gerald?’
“By all means Ester?’
“What are your intentions with my niece?’
“We are just good friends Ester.’