Lady of Hay Barbara Erskine (reading books for 7 year olds TXT) 📖

her neck and peered at it. Her skin looked normal. There were no marks there.

"Jo! You're burning the silk on that shade!" Ceecliff's cry made her jump. Hastily she put it straight, noticing guiltily the brown mark already showing on the lining. She could smell the scorched fabric.

"What on earth were you doing?"

"Just looking at my throat. " Jo glanced behind her grandmother. "Where is Nick?"

"He's holding an umbrella over David while he gets in the car. I suppose you won't do what David suggests and stay here for a few days?"

Jo sighed. "You know I can't. I'm too busy. "

"Then you'll have some tea before you let Nick drive you home—"

"No!"

Ceecliff stared at her in astonishment. "Jo, dear—"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound so abrupt. " Jo swallowed. "It's just that I don't want Nick to drive me. "

"Well, you can't drive yourself, Joey. David was quite clear about that. " Ceecliff's tone was surprisingly firm. "You stay here or you go with Nick. "

Jo glanced toward the door. Her lips had gone dry. She took a deep breath. "Who was the man in here as I came round?"

Ceecliff had turned away, patting her injured lampshade with a proprietorial hand. "There was no one else in here, Jo. Only Nick and I. "

Jo crossed to the door, steadying herself with her hand on the back of a chair. Swiftly she closed it. Leaning against it, she looked at Ceecliff.

"Someone tried to strangle me this afternoon. "

Her grandmother pursed her lips. "Jo, dear—"

"I am not imagining it. Out there in the conservatory. Nick was massaging my shoulders. Then—" She shrugged wildly. "Someone tried to kill me!"

"Nick was the only person there, Jo. " Ceecliff came toward her slowly and put her hands on Jo's arms. "Are you accusing Nick?" She was scandalized.

"No, of course not. " Jo's voice had fallen to a whisper.

"Did you tell David all this?"

"I said my neck hurt. " Jo shook her head.

"I think he would have been able to tell, Jo, if anyone had tried to kill you. There would have been bruises on your throat for one thing. " Ceecliff moved toward the sofa and sat down on the edge of it. "I think Nick was right to be worried about this hypnosis, Jo. You are too susceptible—"

Jo flung herself away from the door. "This has nothing to do with the hypnosis! I wasn't imagining it! You would know if someone had tried to kill you!" She put her hands to her throat. "There was someone else there. Someone else, Ceecliff. It can't have been Nick. He wouldn't... He wouldn't want to kill me. Besides, there was someone else in the room when I woke up. You must have seen him. You must! For God's sake, he was standing right behind Nick!"

"Joey, there was no one there, " Ceecliff said gently. "If there had been, I would have seen him. "

"You think I'm imagining it?"

"I think you're tired, emotionally upset, and what we as children used to call thunder-strung. " Ceecliff smiled. She turned as Nick pushed open the door. He went straight to Jo, who had tensed nervously as he came into the room. "How are you?" he asked.

"I'm fine, thanks. " She forced herself to smile at him.

"But she is going to let you drive her back, Nick, after you've both had some tea, " Ceecliff said firmly. "She can come and pick up her car another time. "

Jo swallowed. Her eyes had gone automatically to Nick's hands, resting on the back of the chair. They were firm, strong hands, tanned from sailing, slightly stained now, with lichen from the rain-soaked wood of the summerhouse door.

As if feeling her gaze on them, Nick slipped them into the pockets of his jeans. "Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. "I've never had a woman faint at my feet before. It was all very dramatic. And you still look very pale. "

Ceecliff stood up. "She's fine, " she said firmly. "You know where the kitchen is, Nick? Go and put the kettle on for me, there's a dear. I'll be out in a minute. "

As he left the room, Jo caught her hand. "Don't tell Nick what I said, will you? He'll think it is something to do with the hypnosis too, and I'm not going to fight with him all the way back to London. "

Ceecliff smiled. "I shan't tell him, Jo. But I think you should, " she said slowly. "I really think you should. "

The storm crackled viciously across Hyde Park, highlighting the lush green of the trees against the bruised sky. Sam stood looking out of the window of Nick's apartment in South Audley Street, feeling the claustrophobia of London all around him. He sighed. If it weren't for that keyhole glimpse of the park up the narrow street in front of the apartment, he would not be able to stay here. It calmed and restored the quiet sanity of self-perception. He spared a moment's regretful thought for his high-ceilinged apartment in Edinburgh with its glorious view across the Queen's Park toward the Salisbury Crags, then, turning from the window, he drew the curtains against the storm and switched on the light. After throwing himself down on the sofa, he picked up his third glass of Scotch and reached for the pile of books stacked on the coffee table.

The first that came to hand was A History of Wales by John Edward Lloyd, M. A., volume two. After turning to the index, he began to look for William de Braose.

"What the hell is wrong, Jo?" Nick glanced across at her as he swung the car at last onto the M11. The windshield wipers were cutting great arcs in the wet carpets of rain that swept toward them off the road. For the second time, as he reached forward to insert a new cassette in place, he had noticed her shrink away from his hand. And she was