She sat with Kathy for a while in the kitchen, they chatted as they ate the delicious cakes, she felt confident with Kathy they were beginning to become good friends and she thought it was time to share some of her thoughts about Carl with her. “I really liked him Kathy but now I’m not sure what to think.”
“Don’t have anything to do with him, he’s a slippery character is my advice.” Kathy seemed stern as she said it. “He’s after something for sure.”
“Yes I’m beginning to think it’s nothing more than my necklace. I don’t know what’s so special about it anyway. It’s got to be something to do with my family.” She said as she licked butter cream from her fingers. “Do you know anyone called William that’s connected to him?”
“I know a few William’s but not one that would lower themselves to work with him.”
“You really don’t like him do you?”
“No I don’t!” That was obviously the last she was saying on the matter.
They sat a while longer in the warmth of the kitchen chatting about cooking until a bell rang. “That’ll be Mr James wanting his tea, I’d best move myself.” Kathy smiled.
She finished her tea and put on her wrap to leave when Kathy shouted through. “Mr James wants a word with you before you go.” She walked through the house until she found Mr James in his armchair before the fire. He smiled up at her. “I have a job for you, you’ll be away for a few days, I’m sending you to York.”
“Oh okay, can’t anyone else do it?”
“No apparently not, you have been requested. You have clearly made an impression on someone.”
“I don’t know anyone in York.”
“A Mr Peasbody has requested that you help him to welcome guests to his party, he will pay you handsomely. He met you at a party here a few months ago.”
“Okay, and you think I should accept?”
“I do, I have left a small case in the hallway, you can use it to pack a few things you may need, he will send a carriage for you tomorrow afternoon.”
“Mr James, do you know a William connected to Carl?”
“I’m sure I don’t know child.” Those were the words that came out of his mouth but his eyes projected something different.
She knew she would get no more out of him, she turned to leave, feeling more than a little nervous.