He looked down at Emmaline. “Have you any notion where this woman might have gone with Lady Charlotte?”
She thought a moment and started to shake her head. Then suddenly, her face brightened. “I-I-I didn’t, but maybe I do. She wouldn’t think anyone would visit Mama’s old rooms. She knows them well. They’ve been shut up like the old wing ever since—well, since we came back from London after it all happened and Uncle Dylan came home. Follow me.”
She darted off at once, leaving Martin and Donovan to trot at her heels into more corridors and areas with which Martin was not familiar. The house seemed to have endless surprises. They rounded a corner and came to a door. There in a bit of dust on the floor, he saw a faint scuffing of the layer indicated someone had come that way recently.