CHAPTER THREEAndrea tore off her mask as she ran on.
Very soon she was out of breath.
Luckily Hattie was there as promised, the dogcart pulled in under the bushes.
She reached out a hand to help Andrea into her seat.
“We are being watched,” the old Nanny warned as Andrea settled beside her.
“By whom?” Andrea raised her voice in alarm.
“By that Josh Grogan!” Hattie’s low voice was indignant. “I don’t know why he’s skulkin’ around at this hour. I suppose he thinks some poor villager will take the opportunity to slip into the grounds and bag a hare or two. As if it mattered!”
“Where is he?” asked Andrea.
“There under the elm. He’s smokin’ a pipe, sneaky
rascal.”
Andrea saw the glow of his pipe bowl as Grogan inhaled and gave a violent shiver. She could not help but remember
