“Poor Elspeth. Doesn’t have the brains God gave a goose. I’m surprised she even bothered with the doctor. Still, it is quite a bruise on her face. Though, I told her some powder here and there would work magic and no one would ever know, so I don’t see—”
Mrs. Armstrong couldn’t be bothered giving a moment’s thought to a spinster librarian who treated everyone who came through the door as equals. What was the world coming to? Poor Elspeth, my foot!Now my dear Gerald, there was a sweet, innocent soul, and to die so suddenly of heart failure. Life wasn’t fair sometimes. No, not fair at all.
“Of course she mentioned the letter to me in confidence.”
“What letter?” Holly Armstrong brightened up considerably. “You didn’t say anything about a letter before.”