In the previous episode, Kristi and Edmund discovered that the woman in the picture was Lillian Parker, and Kristi finds letters to her. Most of them were written by Alan, but readers voted that the last letter was written by Lord Davies.
Kristi picked up the letter and unfolded it.
My dear goddaughter,
If I can be of assistance, I am happy to do what I can. I cannot imagine why you feel this sudden interest in helping those in the local jail, but I will set you up with a contact when you arrive.
Of course. That’s how Lillian would have . . . the details were still a little fuzzy, but Kristi had a pretty good idea of what was going on. Grabbing the letters, she jumped to her feet.
She ran into Edmund at the bottom of the cliff.
“The sergeant just sent word,” he said, falling into step beside her. “They think they’ve caught the man who shot Lord Davies and Musa.”
They found him sitting on a boulder a little distance from the camp, reading a letter. When he saw them, he folded it up and shoved it in his pocket.
Kristi tripped over a rock, spilling the letters everywhere. She scrambled to pick them up and handed them to Alan.
“You’re engaged to Lillian, aren’t you?”
“I was,” he said shortly.
“Why did you break it off?”
“It has nothing to do with you.”
“But she’s the one who’s causing all this trouble, isn’t she? Or was. I’m not really clear on that.”
“She is?” Edmund asked.
“I don’t know exactly how yet, but I’ll bet she’s the one behind that man the police arrested. Like, she hired him or something. She must hate you a lot.”
Alan frowned. “She did, but that’s not why she’s trying to have me killed.”
“What money?” Edmund asked.
“Mine. Well, really, my father’s and now mine.”
“But if you aren’t married, why was she trying to kill you? She wouldn’t inherit the money.”
“Actually, she would. She’s my second cousin, and the only other member of my father’s side of the family.”
“Second cousin? Ew.” Kristi made a face.
“It’s not that unusual.”
“Is that why you didn’t marry her?”
“I thought she had something to do with my father’s death. The doctor was surprised that he died as soon as he did, and, well, I knew she was itching to be Lady Blackstone. I confronted her and she denied it, of course, but I don’t know.” He shrugged.
“Where is she now?” Kristi asked.
“Who knows? Maybe wherever you came from?”
“If I’ve taken her place,” Kristi shivered, “Does that mean that you ought to have me arrested?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Edmund frowned.
. . .
Later that night, Kristi had a strange dream. She was standing in front of her apartment, her hand on the doorknob, when she hesitated. After a moment, she pulled her hand back, and the dream faded away.
Waking up, she wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and went out onto the ledge. Below her, she could just make out Edmund’s shape against the moonlit sky, as he climbed the trail.
With a smile, she went to meet him.