Phillip frowned. She put one hand against the panes of glass. The knocker, in the shape of two-faced Janus, stared at her out the corner of its eyes as she entered. Penelope may hold this against me, but she’s the better for it. Would she ever sleep in a real bed in this house?) Yes, she’d been putting away boxes up here and then sat down for just a second to rest. “When Archibald Devereux died a year later, he surprised everyone by leaving the house and most of the estate to Philip rather than to his own son and daughter.”
Amelia’s lips moved, outlining the last words in the chapter:
“Phillip, Penelope, and most of the slaves and house staff died when a fire broke out in the late hours of June 16th, 1852.”
That was all. It was going to wait until Christmas, but…”
“But the captain?” said Jeremiah. “They think it keeps him away. Phillip and… “Probably nothing. She found Ms. If the secret passage ever really existed the Devereuxs doubtlessly would have boarded it up.
