Telling Liddy [antikvár]

BRIDIE PUT HER CUP CAREFULLY BACK ON ITS SAUCER AND stared at her sister across the wide pine table. 'Sorry?' Nervously Stella repeated, 'So I told Mrs Moffat not to worry, and I'd try to sort it out.' 'No, not that bit,' said Bridie. 'The bit about Ecclefechan.' 'I wanted her to enjoy her holiday,' Stella explained again. 'I didn't see why she should go off worrying. So I told her I'd deal with it.' 'But Mrs Moffat went up to Scotland in May! Stella's face closed. Stubborn stupidity dropped over it üke a portcullis, but ignoring years of professional expertise, Bridie pressed on. 'Do you see what I'm saying, Stella? May! That's nearly three months ago. It's August now.' 'I know it's August.' Bridie wanted to reach over the table and shake her sister till she rattled. 'So why on earth didn't you teli me?' 'I promised Mrs Moffat I wouldn't say a word to anyone.'