Hugh said, gazing around the hallway in wonder. “This is really your house?” I nodded curtly. “What, going to try to get that, too?” I asked, my eyes narrowing. “What? No. No, I just … It’s amazing. It’s huge! And was that … I mean, did I see your friend Giles? Is he here?” “Yes, he is, not that it’s any of your business. Now tell me what you want and then go. I’m very busy,” I said. “Who’s that?” I heard Chester’s voice from the sitting room. “Was that someone at the door?” Mum poked her head round the door, saw Hugh, and turned her gaze on me worriedly. “What is … he doing here?” “I don’t know,” I said. “I’m trying to find out.” “What’s who doing here?” Chester asked. I shook my head at Mum, mouthed at her to keep Chester occupied, then dragged Hugh toward the kitchen. “No one,” I called back to him. “Just a … delivery.” “A what?” Hugh asked uncertainly. “Was that Chester Rydall?” “None of your business.
