I know that because the bronze figurine mantel clock ticked away each eternal second with maddening precision. The voices in the other room droned on. They spoke of Sir Randall and Monsieur Baptiste, of the likelihood of having to remain at Rough Point indefinitely, or whether Jesse and his men would complete their investigation quickly. Then silence fell. Perhaps they were wondering if one among them in that very room had committed murder. I could only imagine the suspicions springing to life as these friends regarded one another. My father, absent previously, arrived and he added his opinions to theirs. I stiffened at his mention of my name. Had anyone seen me lately, he inquired. My mother expressed concern, but Mrs. Wharton reassured her. “I saw her only a little while ago. I believe she’s spending time with that adorable dog of hers.” Another lie. She seemed to do it both readily and well. Before I could contemplate the significance of that, Father spoke again. “She already spent time with that animal this morning.
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