Chapter 9
I was never sure what woke me that night. All I know is I opened my eyes, momentarily disoriented as I stared at the medallioned-tin ceiling overhead. Then I remembered where I was.
I glanced at the mantel clock, illuminated by the hurricane lamp. Three in the morning. I sat up and listened. The sound of tree frogs drifted through the open window. Nothing more.
Something had awoken me, and it certainly wasn't frogs. I slipped on my dressing gown and slippers and stepped out on the balcony. The moon had risen higher, illuminating the still grounds below in a cold white light. I shivered.
I was about to go back inside when a shadow moved among the pines. No, two shadows. I leaned against the railing for a better look. If I didn't miss my guess, it was Miss Holloway, accompanied
