Chapter Eleven
Our perambulation takes us out of the huge floral garden to an area of high and thick hedgerows. One can see the roof of the three plus story mansion, otherwise traversing the narrow grassy paths, diverging in several directions with many intersections, causes one to lose sense of direction. Mrs. Fenwick walks with confidence, obviously having spent much idle time within the walls of green.
We are in a maze of well-groomed impenetrable shrubbery. The time and money required to care for such well-trimmed and consistently dense plantings impresses. A close look reveals bushes, which are mainly comprised of wicked brier with frighteningly long and sharp thorns. As I examine, Mrs. Fenwick continues the perverse but spellbinding story of Pablo the cat.
Miss Salma had arrived o
