Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 57.

I stared at the blotter. There it was, without a doubt. My sister’s phone number reversed, the imprint of a number written down by fountain pen and then pressed to the blotter to dry the ink.

Why on earth would Mrs. Gravely have my sister’s number. I tried to join the dot’s in my mind. Devina knew Mrs. Gravely. It was Devina who had shipped me off here. And she knew my sister, Jenn. Was it possible that…