OF course, Edwina imagined seeing him everywhere. It was only natural in the circumstances, she supposed, but surely that was just wishful thinking? After all, it simply couldn’t really be Laurence. S

THE train was slowing. Augustine Brown looked again at the letter in her hand. Exciting news! her sister Cordelia had written. “An unexpected guest at the hotel: Maria Mironova. Exciting news indeed.

INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’

IF you didn’t do it, who killed your husband?” a voice in the crowd yelled, as Celia was rushed down the building’s back steps and into a waiting car. With the press shouting her name and camera flash

YOU shouldn’t be here, I’m afraid. It’s private property,” Rosamund said distractedly, hearing footsteps behind her and barely glancing at the man approaching the house. She’d only arrived at Riverdal

NICK and I had fallen out. There was another girl. Before he left, I tried to read the expression in his eyes. Shame? Sadness? But I could see nothing. “When will I see you again?” I asked, my voice b