The road home…
“
I
look forward to your next visit and promise to do my best to make it as boring as possible.”
“Oh, I doubt you could ever manage that, Bicky.” With the shooter identified as the man Evie had seen in the village, the police had managed to connect him to Alexander Fleshling. Bicky had lost his heir. Alexander had been taken into custody to await trial. According to Sergeant Newbury, they already had enough evidence to prove his involvement in Lady Penelope’s death. It seemed Alexander’s chauffeur had been well-informed and quite willing to save his own neck.
Looking up at the splendid manor house, Evie said, “I expect to receive an invitation to your next wedding.” While divorce proceedings would take some time, she suspected Clara
would use all her connections to expedite matters.
Evie said her goodbyes and strode toward the motor car. As she waited for Caro to make her final inspection of the luggage, she said, “Tom, remember what you said at the start about sticking as close as possible to the truth?”
Tom looked away.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t hear me.”
Releasing a long breath, he looked at her. “Yes, I remember.”
“Well, exactly how much of what you said can we rely on to be true?”
He dropped his gaze and subjected his shoes to a close scrutiny.
“Were you a wildcatter?”
“I think there’s a wildcatter in all of us.”
“Now you’re being deliberately elusive,” she chided. “Do I need to place an advertisement for a new chauffeur?”
“I hope you won’t. The job suits me, at least for the time being.”
“I see. Are you entertaining other ideas?”
He held her gaze for a long moment. “I think I’m beginning to learn to go with the flow.”
“I’m glad to hear that because you might have to dispense with your chauffeur’s uniform.”
He gave her a small smile. “At least until we’re out of sight of Yarborough Manor.” He
held the car door open for her. “For now, everyone thinks your chauffeur has been taken ill and I’ve offered to drive you home.”
“You have an answer for everything. I’m so glad you’re on my team. Then again, you’re not really… How do you think the Red Sox will manage without Babe Ruth?”
“I suppose we’ll just have to wait and see.”
With a final wave goodbye, they drove off. Evie fixed her attention on the road ahead only to slide it over to Tom.
“Caro, please remind me to write a note to my granny. I need to thank her…”
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