“Good morning,” he said cheerfully. Going first to the windows, he opened the drapes, and then took a seat on my bed. “I’ve good and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?” I yawned and sat up. “What time is it?” It had been near sunrise when I crawled into bed after spending most of the night at the Appletons’. “Half past three. You’ve missed both breakfast and noon meal so I’ve asked Mary to bring up a tea tray.” “That sounds wonderful.” As my eyes adjusted to the sunlight, I noticed Henry was cleanly shaven and in fresh clothes. Feeling a bit self-conscious, I ran a hand through my tangled hair. “Didn’t you sleep?” I asked him. “For an hour this morning. Since then I’ve been in town to speak with George McKee and to get a better sense of what people are thinking today.” “And what have you learned?” I eyed my hairbrush on the dressing table.
