@page { margin-bottom: 0.000000pt; margin-top: 0.000000pt; } @font-face { font-family: "Smudgers"; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; src: local("../fonts/Smudgers.ttf") } Chapter 7 The Mystery Woman Mr Winkleberry was back. He was in the private lounge, sitting on the sofa real close to Gran, telling her all about his visit to see his friend. ‘He lives in this remote cottage near the cliff edge,’ he was saying. He stopped and greeted me with an icy glare when I came in, as if I was the lodger here, not him. Well, okay, I was a lodger too, I guess, but at least I was family. I had more right to be in the private lounge than he did. ‘Did you want something, Amy?’ he asked, his left eye twitching as usual. ‘No,’ I said, sitting down on the chair right opposite them. I picked up the newspaper – Mr Winkleberry’s favourite broadsheet – and idly flicked through it. I was annoying them, but I didn’t care.
