It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. She colored faintly. It was eleven o'clock. “I’m just off, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. ” “No,” she cried, “I will not. During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. It will be hot work, but it must be done at once. Here they would be having lunch. It did seem in so many ways exactly what Ramage said it was—the sensible thing to do. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. He was wary of her, which meant that perhaps they had found one or many of the bodies that she thought she had hidden so well. “Let us walk round to Covent Garden,” he suggested.
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