The Truth About Verity Sparks (2014) - Plot & Excerpts
Kathleen died at dawn. The housekeeper made them a pot of tea and poured some brandy, and then Mr Savinov offered to escort Judith back home. She was near to dropping, for she’d had a hard few days and a long, long night. It was a crisp morning. The dead leaves, powdered with frost, crackled under their feet, and early birds scattered and flew away as they passed. Judith drew deep, shuddering breaths as she walked, and Mr Savinov held her by the arm, repeating half to himself, half to her. “It will pass. It will pass.” They were puzzled when they got to Mulberry Hill, for they found none of the servants were up. No fires had been lit. The gas jets were still burning in the hall. “What’s this?” said Judith. It looked like red ink, or sealing wax. There were spots of it on the hall carpet, and on the stairs. And then more than spots, and smears of the stuff, long dribbles, and footprints. Mr Savinov kneeled and touched his fingertip into the red. He sniffed it. “This is blood,”
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