Oh, well, she told herself, it was too much to hope for.
She was turning to go when something about the twins caught her eye. The twins were dressed alikeâin middy blousesâbut there was something about the blouse of the smaller twin.
She bent closer. She rubbed her fingers over the painting. The figure of the smaller twin had been damaged in some way. It had been repaired, but not by the same artist who had done the original picture. Strange.
Strange, too, about Mr. Hunt's choosing the book. There was so much she didn't know, so much she would have to find out.
With a shiver of anticipation, she continued down the stairs.