Georgie closed her eyes, to aid recollection. "She was a short girl with
dark hair. Wearing an old style green dress, like someone in a play. And
carrying a bunch of keys."
“That does agree with the stories of Lady Matilda's ghost," Adam said
thoughtfully. "Did she say anything?"
“No, just stood there till I got out of the way."
“So she could see you?"
“Yes, why?"
Adam jumped to his feet. "Then she's no ghost, merely a nefarious impostor. The
genuine Lady Matilda would never have let your clothing pass without
comment."
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