Free Aunt Dimity's Death by Nancy Atherton

wasn’t easy, since visions of hundred-dollar bills kept them fairly well scattered. But by the time he returned with the sherry, I had at least calmed down enough to listen attentively.
    “Here you are, my dear. Drink that down while I continue.” He waited until I’d taken a sip, then referred once more to his notes. “You need not depart for England until you are fully prepared to do so. Miss Westwoodfelt that you might require some time to take leave of your friends, make the necessary arrangements with your employer, and so on.” Folding his hands, he added, “Miss Westwood also hoped that you would accept our hospitality and reside here at the mansion until it is time for you to leave.”
    “Is that a condition of the will?”
    “No, Miss Shepherd, but it coincides with my own wishes. I should be only too happy to welcome you as a guest in my home for as long as you wish to stay.” He leaned toward me and added confidentially, “It brings me great pleasure to have a fresh face in the house, especially one belonging to someone who is neither studying nor practicing the law.”
    I laughed. “I can understand that, Mr. Willis. Thank you, I’ll stay, as long as it’s no trouble.”
    “None at all.” He consulted the notes and continued, “Funds have, of course, been made available to pay for your travel and for any expenses incurred before or during your visit to the cottage. These expenses need not, I might add, relate directly to the writing of the introduction. Miss West-wood wanted you to be able to concentrate, you see, and felt that you would be able to do so only if your ancillary needs and desires were satisfactorily met. Anything, therefore, that ensures your comfort and well-being shall be considered a necessary expense.”
    A bottomless expense account. I could pay the bills, take care of the rent, buy some new clothes—of my
own
choosing—without even touching the commission. I was so dazzled that I almost missed Willis, Sr.’s next words.
    “… also for your convenience, Miss Westwood specified that the arrangements for your trip and the disbursement of funds be directed by my son.”
    A mouthful of sherry nearly ended up on Willis, Sr.’s immaculate waistcoat.
    “Bill?”
I gasped.
    “Indeed. Miss Westwood did not wish to trouble you with the day-to-day details of travel and finance. My son, therefore, shall be responsible for looking after you from now until you have completed your task. He shall supply your transportation, oversee your expenses, and accompany you to England to act as your … facilitator, for want of a better term.” The expression on my face must have alarmed Willis, Sr., for he added reassuringly, “His role shall in no way limit your access to the funds, Miss Shepherd. You have only to ask, and you shall be given whatever you require.”
    “By Bill.”
    “Miss Westwood is quite specific on that point, yes.”
    “You mean that, without Bill, I can’t do anything else?”
    “I fear not.”
    “But why
him?”
I asked. “I’d much rather work with you.”
    “That is very kind of you, Miss Shepherd. I should be only too happy to be of service to you, but …” Willis, Sr., sighed. “I fear, alas, that my health will not permit it. I have for the past year been beset by some minor difficulties with—”
    “Your heart,” I broke in. “Bill told me about it—”
    “Did he?” said Willis, Sr.
    “This morning. And, like an idiot, I forgot. Of course you can’t go off globe-trotting. Please—forget that I mentioned it.” I scowled at my shoes for a second, then asked, “How much does Bill know about all of this?”
    “I enlisted his aid in locating you, but other than that, I have told him nothing. Indeed, I have not yet informed him of the part he is to play in Miss Westwood’s plan. I felt it would be best to withhold that information until I was certain of your participation.” Willis, Sr., hesitated. “I do not wish to pry, Miss Shepherd, but