Chapter III Mildred Cradock

* * * * * In due course that capable young person Joan Cradock piloted her great-uncle back to Abbot’s Mill. Here she led the way to the sunny drawing-room on the west side of the house. The room was empty. “Mother will be here in a moment,” said Joan. “I expect she’s out with Molly somewhere, as usual. Molly’s the pet, you know. Will you have some brandy, or some champagne, or something, till tea is ready? I know where the key of the cellar is.” Sir Anthony declined this hospitable offe…