she had dreams? Nightmares?â
âNightmares? Not that I know of. What kind of nightmares?â
âAbout being in a wood. Surrounded by leaves.â
âI daresay she might have been delirious toward the end. Is that what you mean?â
âNo. I donât think so. It doesnât matter.â Hannah was about to get up and go, but then she hesitated. âYour mother must have talked to you a lot about all thisâfor you to know so much?â
Mrs. Wilson nodded slowly. âShe has. But, funnily enough, not when I was younger. Itâs only been in the last ten years or so, as her short-term memoryâs worsened, that all this past stuff has come out. And I believe it was the same with her mother. Grandma never said a word about it till she was quite an old lady, apparently, but it must have been preying on her mind all those years. Oh, well.â She smiled sadly. âThatâll be the end of it now, anyway. Iâve no children to tell the story to. My husband and I would dearly have liked some, but we were never blessed.â
There was a slightly awkward silence. Then Hannah got up to go. âWould you mind if I borrowed this for a while? Iâll take care of it.â She pointed to the photograph.
âOf course you can. Hold on to it for as long as you want. And listenââshe looked anxiousââmaybe I shouldnât have told you all that about Miss Holt, not when youâre living in the house. It wonât give you nightmares, will it?â
âWell, if it does, itâs not your fault. I asked for information, and you gave it to me!â
âMmm.â Mrs. Wilson still looked worried. âTell you whatâIâll give you my cell-phone number. Iâm a poor sleeperâcomes of living with Mother, I expect. She naps during the day and then wonders why sheâs awake half the night. If you need to talk, just call me. If Iâm not asleep, the phoneâll be switched on.â
Hannah thanked her. But while she was copying the number, she realized there was one obvious question she still hadnât asked. âApart from Miss Holt being difficult, and taking over the nursing, what else made the servants suspicious of her?â
Pat Wilson frowned. Then she sighed. âOh, well, Iâve told you so much already, I donât suppose one more thing will make much difference. Itâs just that from time to time, I believe Maisie was covered in bruises. Black and blue, she was. Only nobody could ever explain why.â
âAnd they thought Miss Holt had caused them?â Hannah was shocked. âDid she beat her?â
âI donât think so. That was the point, you see. The bruises just suddenly appeared overnight.â
âAngelina!â
They both turned to stare at Mrs. Grocott, who was wide awake now, a look of triumph on her face.
âNo, no, Mother,â her daughter said patiently. âMiss Holt wasnât called Angelina. You know that.â
âNot her . Angelina was the name of the little girlâs dolly! Knew Iâd get there in the end.â
Mrs. Wilson chuckled. âSo thatâs what youâve been trying to remember, is it? We were wondering what it was all about.â
But Hannah refused to be distracted. âYou were saying? About the bruises? And the servants?â
âOh, yes.â She laughed nervously. âI expect it was just a lot of nonsense, but for some reason the staff all got it into their heads that Miss Holt was a witch!â
Chapter Eleven
Drawing
âA WITCH! ARE YOU serious?â Sam had arrived after lunch, and as soon as her mother went out to the shops, Hannah had taken him straight up to her bedroom, where she had filled him in on what she had discovered about Cowleigh Lodge.
âThatâs what she said.â
âJust because of a few bruises? Why couldnât the kid have gotten them playing in the garden?â
âThey
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