Chapter Seven
It was nearly ten o’clock before Preston felt safe to act. Just to be sure that we had the house to ourselves, he tiptoed to Aunt Lettie’s bedroom on the second floor. It was sometimes difficult to know where she went to sleep for the night. At least three bedrooms were set aside for her, with the excuse that she needed a place to rest on both floors of the house, and on the second story, she needed a room in both of the long wings of the massive house. I think it was simply an excuse to hide her whereabouts so that she could more easily spy on the nighttime actions of her family and guests. The sad truth, since the rest of her relatives were abroad for one reason or another, she’d had precious little to do but focus her attention on me.
As he suspected, Preston found his
