The Queen’s Executioner 12 by Elaine Dodge

The Queen’s Executioner 12 by Elaine Dodge # CHAPTER 11 There was a stunned silence. I could hear the pendulum in the grandfather clock which stood in Oats’ office swinging, slow, unhurried, and heavy. Mrs Oats rose from her chair and taking the teapot with her emptied it out in the sink, refilled it and...