It was in poor repair, with warped window frames and old thatch as tufty as though it had been clawed by a giant cat. The garden was fairly neat, but no garden is much to look at in November. The man who opened the door to us was surprisingly old. The Easton tragedy had happened over twenty years ago, and the man Judith Easton had then married might well, by now, be past fifty, but Bowman, lined and white-haired, with a small white beard and a pair of eyeglasses perched on his nose, looked nearer to seventy. Judith must have taken a husband much older than herself. ‘And who might you be?’ he said, not very amiably. Gladys might enjoy visiting Master Bowman, but we had no idea what Bowman thought about Gladys, who wasn’t everyone’s choice of visitor. We preferred not to mention her. ‘We’re friends of your stepson, Mark,’ said Hugh. ‘Did you know he was in Windsor – in the castle, as a matter of fact?
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