Her house was on the other side of the town, near the gas station. It was a small weatherboard cottage with a neat, well-kept garden and white painted stones lining the path from the wire gate to the wire security screen. As Laura walked along the path, she expected someone to pop out and tell her she was trespassing. She reached the front door and rang the bell, listening to the buzz deep in the heart of the house, a shrill, annoying sound like an egg timer. It seemed to Laura it would be very uncomfortable to have a doorbell that sounded as though something had just boiled. Miss McInnes took a long time coming to the door, and when she did, she left the wire screen closed, speaking through it. Her tone was uninviting. “Yes?” Laura took a deep breath and launched into her rehearsed speech. “My name is Laura Horton. I live in the Visconti house and I am trying to find out something about its history. Mrs. Carlton at the library thought you might be able to help me.” “What do you want to know?”
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