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Chapter Seven<br />
“Emma has a theory,” Trevor said, putting the telegram in his vest pocket.<br />
“I’m not surprised,” Rayley said. “The one thing our little troupe has never lacked for is theories.”<br />
“Brace yourself, for this isn’t a bad one. A girl calling herself Rose Spencer was recently at a home<br />
for unwed mothers. A rather upper class sort of place, I gather, at least as these things go, and it hides<br />
behind the façade of a boarding school for young ladies. Then apparently she had her child and<br />
disappeared, just as they all do.”<br />
“And Emma thinks Rose is Dorinda’s sister?” Rayley frowned. “That is a bit of a stretch. Spencer is<br />
hardly an uncommon last name.”<br />
“Actually, Emma theorized that Rose and Dorinda might be the same person, but your idea has merit<br />
as well.”<br />
“She’s suggesting that Dorinda bore LaRusse’s child and gave it up, but then returned to Hever?”<br />
Rayley asked, skepticism evident in his tone. “Why would a young woman do such a thing? Continue<br />
to chase a man after he has abandoned her so cruelly? And, even if she might imagine she would still<br />
be his paramour, why would he allow her into the walls of Hever when he has already taken up with<br />
Anne Arborton? No, the woman I met is far too composed to have been through such an ordeal and<br />
even the half-mad LaRusse would not…” He shook his head. “It stretches belief, Welles.”<br />
“I suppose you are right.”<br />
The two were walking in the fields, burrowed into their scarves and hats against the afternoon wind.<br />
It had gotten colder each day since they had come to Hever Castle, and Trevor’s gaze fell on the bush<br />
outside the gatehouse. A singular bloom remained, one final and especially hearty Christmas rose.<br />
“A most unusual plant,” he said, gesturing toward it. “Beautiful, but dangerous. I should take a<br />
cutting back to Geraldine for her garden.”<br />
“I thought Emma tended the flower garden.”<br />
“So she does.”<br />
“Then you should bring Emma the rose. What are you waiting for, Welles? Even the most patient girl<br />
must in time begin to wonder – “<br />
But just then the door to the gatehouse opened and Anne stumbled out. It was obvious she had been<br />
weeping and her clothing was disarranged, as if she had dressed in the darkness or in haste. Her hair<br />
was likewise tousled and she fixed on them a wild and desperate stare that Trevor thought he had<br />
seem somewhere before. Then he remembered: This was the exact same expression Anne’s mother<br />
Tess had borne when she came to Geraldine’s just days ago, begging them for help.<br />
“Are you looking for LaRusse?” the girl said, her voice hoarse from weeping. “May I assume that