It was the doctor, whom she had known since she was a child, who had seen to everything.
He told her quietly and sympathetically that her father had not suffered and indeed, when she looked at him before the undertakers put him into his coffin, she thought that he had a faint smile on his face, almost as if he was amused by what was happening.
“How could you leave me, Papa?” she asked aloud as she kissed his cold cheek goodbye.
This was something she asked again and again in the days that followed.
Now, as she walked towards the front door, she thought that perhaps because she had done nothing Mr. McComber, her father’s Solicitor, had anticipated that his services would be required and had come to see her before she was forced to send for him.
However, when she opened the door, standi
