The DistractionWhen I returned to the Manor, I asked Pearson, "Is Mr. Spadros home?"
"Yes, mum, he's in his study. He asked to take tea there."
I went past Pearson to Tony's study and knocked.
"Come in." Tony sat behind his desk, surprise on his face. I must have looked peculiar, still dressed for the street as I was. "I hope your appointment went well?"
I sat across from him. "Madame Biltcliffe's dress shop office window was broken a few days before New Year's Eve, and —"
Tony sat forward. "What?"
"Yes. The room was ransacked. I believe they were after my files. Invoices bearing your signature."
Tony stared at me for a full twenty seconds, the little color he normally possessed draining from his face. "This explains something. I went to my father's home, asking what he thought I co
