Chapter Five
‘Frosty,’ said Gussie, upon the following morning. ‘You are the perfect person to assist with this important investigation, this is true. But not by cleaning my aunt’s carpets, if you please.’
‘Oh, but it is such a great pity!’ said Miss Frostell, pausing her vigorous labours to gesture at the ruin of the floor. The carpet was a pale blue, more’s the pity, for the brownish stain upon it stood out starkly against the airy colour. ‘I am persuaded your dear aunt is more unhappy about it than she has let on.’
‘That may be true, but there are servants enough about to scrub floors, Frosty. Moreover, I do not think anything can be done about this now. It will have to be replaced, and my aunt is, in all likelihood, already making the arrangements.’
Gussie had wandered in after bre
