Chardsville Revisited part2
Chardsville Revisited (part 2) by Jenny Leeds Chapter 15 Mrs. Chard looked up when she heard the faint ring of the front doorbell. A glance at the ormolu clock on the desk told her it was exactly three. Good. That would be Melvin. You could say this for the man, he was prompt. She had deliberately busied herself with office work to keep herself from "waiting" for him, but in fact that was what she had been doing--waiting. She put the papers she was studying in the...