Cook tucked the card into her apron pocket. "I'd best be getting on, but come and talk to me again sometime when I'm working in the Turret House. It's not often people ask me about your uncle – there's not many as have anything good to say about him – but I don't think he was ever as bad as some would want you to think. I always thought there was something odd about that accident – not enough that it'd be worth telling anyone – but I always wondered afterwards, what with his Bentley turning up stolen too."
"His –" Rupert's question was cut off by a sudden call for help as Grandmama tried to stop three small children from scrambling under the ropes around a particularly ornate table.
Cook rushed over, scooped up the two smallest children and returned all three to their apparently oblivious parents. Whatever the story was that she'd been referring to, its telling would have to wait until she was less involved in her work.
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