She breathed into a cloth soaked in rose oil as Sebastian had prescribed, but the smell of roses mixed obscenely with the smell of death and decay, causing her to retch. “The truth!” Annabel bent over her and whispered in her sister’s ear. “Feel better. And you will. “The man who was found dead in your sister’s room was named Hill?” “It is the man,” she answered. But also this must not go on. “If she is borrowing money,” said Miss Stanley, “she MUST be getting into debt. “It is so difficult,” she murmured, “so impossible to explain.
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