“Well, what do you think of that?” said Gran, coming up finally to join them.
“Not a lot,” said Lois, and Derek shook his head. “No good can come of that, I reckon,” he said.
“Ah, well,” said Gran. “The others seem to think it was a good result. He’s been talking about introducing stock car racing and clay pigeon shooting, and lots of other things for the village.”
“One’s thing’s certain,” replied Lois, “there’s going be big changes.” Her eye was caught by the figure of Mrs. Tollervey-Jones, standing by herself behind a group of officials. Lois thought she looked lost and lonely and, without thinking, went across to where she stood.
“Good evening, Lois,” Mrs. Tollervey-Jones said. “Not the outcome I had hoped for, but we shall see. And did you see the Blenkinsop woman’s fur? Never any part of a real live mink, I’m afraid. Not quite the thing for tonight’s little event. No, Lois, Norrington’s money is as good as anybody else’s. As for the rest, who knows? We may all be pleasantly surprised. Now, I have to go and find Robert and see to tiresome things. So, thank you and your girls for, well, for everything.”
“Glad to have been of help,” answered Lois, turning to rejoin her family. But Mrs. Tollervey-Jones had not quite finished.
“And what is more, Lois,” she said, with what could only be described as a cheeky grin, “I am very much looking forward to being the new ferret on your team.”
Lois Meade Mysteries
MURDER ON MONDAY
TERROR ON TUESDAY
WEEPING ON WEDNESDAY
THEFT ON THURSDAY
FEAR ON FRIDAY
SORROW ON SUNDAY
WARNING AT ONE
TRAGEDY AT TWO
THREATS AT THREE
FOUL PLAY AT FOUR
Ivy Beasley Mysteries
THE MEASBY MURDER ENQUIRY