CHAPTER TWOValeta looked helplessly around the small but attractive drawing room which she always felt had never been the same since her mother died.
It was a room that was much lived in and therefore contained an accumulation of treasures that had been collected over many years.
There were not only pieces of china that had come from her mother’s old home but there were also small objects that Valeta had either made or bought for her parents as gifts for birthdays and Christmas.
There was also a number of skilfully executed watercolours, some framed and some unframed, and a number of silhouettes that Valeta had cut out and which had quite a professional touch about them.
Besides these there were books not only in the elegant Chippendale bookcase but, because it was overfull, piled on t
