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      It was very quiet in the house. Buller had suggested that she should sit in the drawing-room once the children were in bed, so she got up and went to the door. The hall was empty and softly lighted and she went a little way into it, wondering which door led to the drawing-room. When she had come to see the professor she had been shown into a room at the back of the house, but there were doors on either side as well. She went to the nearest, opened it, and poked her head round. The dining-room, the oval table laid for dinner, presumably, the silver and glass gleaming in the light of the wall-sconces. She shut the door and crossed the hall to open the one opposite. The library, and a very handsome one too, and, although there was no one there, there was a bright fire burning, and a reading-lamp lighted on one of the small tables drawn up beside the comfortable chairs.

      The professor’s voice, soft in her ear, caused her to withdraw her head smartly. ‘Finding your way around, I hope, Miss Smith?’

      She turned to face him, breathing rather hard. ‘You should never creep up on people,’ she advised him. ‘They might have weak hearts or something! Buller told me to sit in the drawing-room, if I would like that, but I haven’t found it yet.’

      He towered over her, looking concerned and at the same time impatient.

      ‘My dear Miss Smith, my apologies—I trust no harm has been done to your heart or—er—something. The drawing-room is over here.’ He led the way across the hall and opened another door, and she went past him and stood waiting.

      ‘Please sit down. I dare say you’re starving, but do have a glass of sherry before we dine.’

      ‘Thank you. There’s another thing, Professor Lister. Buller gave me a message that I was to dine with you, but if I might put you right about that…I’m just someone from an agency, not your guest. Usually I have my meals in the kitchen with the staff.’

      ‘While you are in my house you will be so good as to take your meals with me and the children.’

      He sounded annoyed, and she murmured, ‘Very well, Professor,’ in a placatory voice which he ignored.

      ‘They are here, I presume?’

      ‘Yes, there were no difficulties. They are upstairs in their rooms, but I can’t say they are asleep because I don’t know.’

      ‘Difficult, were they?’ he wanted to know. ‘Nice children, but spoilt. My sister got away on time? She’s not much good at organising things.’

      ‘I believe that everything went well. There’s just one thing—Jimmy has brought his dog with him and Gloria has her cat.’ She peeped at him to see how he was taking the news, but his face was impassive. ‘Your two dogs were out with the housemaid when we arrived, and she took them straight to the kitchen. I think they are still there, and so is Mutt—the Jack Russell.’

      ‘Yes, Buller told me when I phoned. You like dogs?’

      ‘Yes, I do.’

      ‘Good—they can join us then. They appear to have absorbed Jimmy’s dog. They are very good-natured beasts.’

      He glanced up as Buller came in. ‘Dinner, Buller? Good—and let Goldie and Neptune out, will you?’

      They were crossing the hall when the dogs came padding to meet them. They gave muffled barks as he greeted them, and then went to Araminta, looking up at her with liquid brown eyes, ready to be friends. She crouched down, the better to greet them, while their master stood patiently. She looked up, smiling, and saw the look on his face—impatience? Indifference? She wasn’t sure which of the two, but she got to her feet at once, feeling vaguely foolish. He must find her and the children a tiresome hindrance in his busy life.

      ‘You must wish me at Jericho,’ she said, and instantly wished the words unsaid.

      ‘My dear young lady, on the contrary. Much as I have an affection for my nephew and niece, the thought of overseeing their daily activities fills me with alarm. You are more than welcome in my house.’

      He was smiling and his voice was kind, but she had the feeling that he was thinking about something else.

      She was hungry and the food was delicious. Mrs Buller must be a cordon bleu cook: the parsnip soup with just a hint of garlic, the roast pheasant, followed by a treacle tart which melted in the mouth, were witnesses to that. Araminta, quite famished by now, did full justice to the lot, but when the professor suggested that they might have their coffee at the table, she excused herself on the grounds of tiredness. She bade him a cheerful goodnight and wished that she hadn’t seen the quick look of relief on his face; she was aware that she had hardly added to his evening’s enjoyment.

       CHAPTER TWO

      ARAMINTA slept soundly. She was far too sensible to lie awake and speculate about the following day. No doubt it would have its problems, more easily faced after a good night’s sleep. Waking up to find a cheerful young woman with a tea-tray and the information that breakfast was in half an hour was a splendid start to it.

      The knowledge that their uncle was at home and expecting to see them at breakfast got Jimmy and Gloria out of bed, dressed and downstairs, without any coaxing on Araminta’s part.

      He was already at the breakfast-table and he looked up from reading his post to wish them good morning, but as Araminta came into the room behind them he got out of his chair, enquired politely if she had slept well, and invited her to take a seat at the table.

      It was Gloria who asked, ‘Oh, is Araminta going to have her meals with us?’

      He offered Araminta a dish of scrambled eggs. ‘Naturally Miss Smith will do so—why do you ask, Gloria?’ His glance was frosty. ‘She has sole charge of both of you while you are here, and be good enough to remember that. I am delighted to have you here, but you will have to fit into my household. Mutt is in the garden with Goldie and Neptune. Jimmy, you will make yourself responsible for him, won’t you? And you, Gloria, will do everything necessary for Tibs. She should be safe enough in the garden as long as you are with her. You will be going out this morning, I dare say?’ He glanced at Araminta, who nodded. ‘Will you take all three dogs with you? The park is only a short walk away. I should be home about five o’clock. We might take the dogs in the car up to Hampstead Heath and give them a good run. Miss Smith will be glad of an hour to herself, I have no doubt.’

      He gathered up his post. ‘I’ll give myself a day off on Saturday,’ he told them. ‘Decide what you want to do and let me know.’

      The pair of them munched in silence after he had gone, then Jimmy said, ‘We’re quite old enough to look after ourselves…’

      ‘Well, of course you are,’ said Araminta briskly, ‘but perhaps as you are your uncle’s guests it would be polite to do as he asks. When we’ve had breakfast I’ll go and ask Mrs Buller what time she serves lunch, while you two see to Mutt and Tibs.’

      They muttered an answer and she finished her breakfast without haste, talking cheerfully about this and that, ignoring their unfriendly faces, and presently went down to the kitchen, introduced herself to Mrs Buller and sat down at the kitchen table at that lady’s request so that they might discuss the days ahead.

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