It was four in the afternoon. As usual, the tea tray was on the map table, laden with a sterling silver teapot and a plate of stem-ginger biscuits. Sinclair was just putting a cup of steaming Lapsang souchong to his lips when he heard Cordelia’s voice in the hallway downstairs. “Hellooooo!” she c...
There were all kinds of pastries on the beautiful green-and-white-striped china, and Cordelia was examining them as Sinclair appeared. “We’re all set,” Sinclair said, taking a seat and pouring himself a cup of tea. “We have a rental car and will drive out to Cliffmere tomorrow, first thing in the...