‘It was in that registered letter addressed to your sister that the Post Office people wouldn’t hand over until we’d taken out letters of administration.’ ‘Well, I’m dashed!’ muttered John. ‘Who’d have thought of that? You’ve got the will, then?’ Liversage nodded. The Hess...
vultures. Anything to preserve the family secrets, right, Elizabeth? Maybe that's your real reason for jailing me here, maybe I'm a deep dark secret you want to keep under wraps. From yourself, even. What you really wanted to say in your letter is that you can't trust a taboo-...