SEVEN
Next morning, when I’d shown Miss Selsdon where everything was, and what should be done when, I settled down at the phone extension in Dad’s study. If I could track down Mrs Carol Scott, she’d know what Fernanda needed and then I’d be being some practical use.
‘What town, caller?’ said Directory Enquiries.
I couldn’t remember.
‘W…
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