Mistress of the Moor by Abigail Clements

Author:Abigail Clements
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: romantic suspense historical, gothic romance historical, gothic romance clean, clean romantic suspense, gothic romance mystery, romantic suspense books kindle unlimited, gothic romance, romantic suspense cosy, romantic suspense cozy
Publisher: Wyndham Books (Gothic romance)
Published: 2020-03-23T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

I was awakened by a loud knocking. I got out of bed, slipped into my dressing gown, and went to the locked sitting room door.

‘Who’s there?’ I demanded nervously.

‘It’s me, miss, Letty,’ replied a voice. ‘I’ve brought your tea, miss.’

Good gracious, I thought, it must be eight o’clock. I unlocked the door and let Letty in. I was surprised at how well I must have slept. Whatever else my troubles had done to me, they had not interfered with that.

‘Are you sure that you’re all right, miss?’ asked Letty, putting my tray down.

Poor girl, she must have had a surprise at finding her entrance barred.

‘Yes, Letty,’ I replied. ‘There is nothing wrong. I have just decided to sleep with my door locked; don’t let it worry you.’

‘It doesn’t worry me, miss. I always sleep with my door locked, but I won’t be able to get in in the morning.’

‘You’ll just have to knock as you did this morning, Letty,’ I answered. ‘You can leave the tray there and get my grey tweed out. I shall be going out this morning after I have seen cook, and I may not be back until after lunch.’

I had decided to take the pony and trap and go down to Goathland Village. It was my intention to call on the vicar. I had no special plan in mind, but I wanted desperately to get away from the house for a few hours and give myself time to think. I did not know whether I would say anything to the Reverend Cox about my experiences. In any case, it would be nice to talk to him. He had been vicar of Goathland for as long as I could remember, a big kindly man with a heart as large as his frame. He was regarded by the local tramps as the easiest touch in Yorkshire.

By the time I had finished my tea, Letty had made my bed and neatly laid out my clothes.

‘Shall I help you dress, miss?’ she asked.

‘No thank you, Letty,’ I replied. ‘You can take the tray and go now.’

Letty left me. I dressed slowly, and it was after nine when I finally made my way out of my rooms. As soon as I stepped out into the corridor, I felt vulnerable. Inside my own quarters I felt a certain amount of security. I could lock the door, shut the world out, and feel safe from the threat which hung over me. Once outside of those walls, I became a target for my unknown tormentor and a prey to my own imagination.

I walked slowly to the dining room, pausing at every corner to insure that no one was in sight. I saw not a soul until I got to the dining room, where, to my dismay, I found that Roger was still there. I had resolved that I would, from now on, try to avoid any situation which would leave me alone with only one other person, but what could I do now? I got the distinct impression that he had been waiting for me.

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