CHAPTER 5

           Opening the bedroom door, Audrey walked over to the wardrobe. ‘I really need to look businesslike,’ she told herself firmly. ‘Cool and businesslike and in control.’ Audrey always left a selection of clothes at Seymour House for holidays and weekends with her parents, but they were much less formal than her things in London.

“Damn it! There must be something that would do in here.”

          She glanced at the charcoal dress and black jacket, which were still where she had thrown them on the night of the funeral.

“No! I can’t wear these again…”

          Silly and emotional perhaps, but that was the way she felt. That June day was a warm one, the sky blue and cloudless with just the slightest of breezes whispering over the garden and through