Murder In Margate by Marilyn Clay

Author:Marilyn Clay
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: British Cozy Mystery Female Sleuth, Historical mystery thriller suspense female sleuth, Amateur sleuth historical mystery thriller suspense, Female sleuth cozy historical mystery series, Clean wholesome historical mystery for teens, Mary Braddon - K L Jackson - Melanie Dickerson - Heidi Ashworth, Leighann Dobbs - Victoria Thompson - Sheri Cobb South - Tasha Alexanderh
Publisher: The Regency Plume Press
Published: 2017-08-18T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

How Did Things Get In Such A Muddle?

THURSDAY AFTERNOON, 5 July 1821

Although it was not yet mid-day, I was already tired and longed for a nap to make up for the wakeful hours I had spent last night worrying over Wendy’s whereabouts. On my way home from the Tremonts that morning, I went over and over again in my mind the unpleasant conversation I had had earlier in the day with Mr. Haworth. I could not help wondering if Aunt Helen knew what he intended saying to me, or if to sack me had occurred to him on the spot after I confessed I was on my way to meet a friend, which of course, meant that I would, once again, not be on hand to see to Cathleen’s needs this morning.

But, I had not been employed as her nursemaid, I told myself defensively. Nonetheless, even I knew I had been derelict in my duties the entire past sen-night and to be caught out and sacked for it was entirely justified. Still, I did wish to speak privately with Aunt Helen, and would make a point to do so the minute I arrived home . . . before I informed her that I intended to set out for another pleasure jaunt this evening. My head shook. How inopportune for the Assembly Rooms to open for the Season this very evening, meaning I could not yet begin to make amends for my regrettable behaviour towards Cathleen. Still, I confess, the notion of being led onto a polished dance floor by a gentleman was far too tempting a prospect to resist. My limited experience at the fancy-dress ball at Morland Manor paled by comparison.

Arriving home and finding Pansy guarding the entrance to the cottage from the doorstep, her orange tail wrapped about her front paws, brought a smile to my lips. “Hello, girl,” I said, reaching to give the cat a pat on the head. “Are you waiting for me?” I stepped past her. “Let us go and see if Aunt Helen has something tasty for you to nibble on, shall we?”

Entering the house with Pansy on my heels, I instantly spotted our young housemaid Wendy coming down the hall, carrying a pile of folded up linen in her arms.

“Wendy! I am so glad to see you!” I very nearly rushed forward to fling my arms about her. “You gave me a terrible fright when you did not return home last evening.” I fell into step beside her as she began to climb the stairs. “Did . . .?” I lowered my voice. “Did everything go as planned with your brother? Did he sign on with the . . .?”

“So sorry to have give you a fright, miss.” Beneath her mobcap, the young girl’s brown head wagged. “When I reached home, Willy tol’ me something was afoot last night and it’d be safer if’n I wasn’t out walking, so I stayed put. Ever’thin’s fine now. Willy’s already out to sea. ‘E left this mornin’.

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