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Mr Alexander Ridlay arrived just as Anastasia, John, and their young girls were shuffling around the backyard inspecting the decaying plant life. Florentine met him as he strolled in with a confused expression on his face. ‘Mr Ridlay. This really is a terrible time for you to be here. Something awful has happened.’ ‘I see that. Your hotel and garden both look as if they’ve been struck by the plague. There surely hasn’t been enough rain to result in all this damp mould?’ ‘None at all. Mother is looking into it, but we’re frightfully busy. Can you come back another time?’ ‘Wait!’ Rosalie called from the kitchen. ‘Bring your young gentleman in please, Florentine. I’d like a word.’ ‘I’m not sure if I should be pleased or not, Florrie,’ he said quietly. ‘To be honest, your mother doesn’t l