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Rubies in the Roses. Vivian Conroy
Читать онлайн.Название Rubies in the Roses
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isbn 9780008257521
Автор произведения Vivian Conroy
Жанр Зарубежный юмор
Издательство HarperCollins
On the beach the breeze came to caress Guinevere’s hot face. She took a few deep breaths, savouring the salty air and ignoring Dolly’s yapping that she should run after her at once.
The dachshund dug into the sand, clumps flying around her head, then jogged again, her ears brushed back by the wind. She halted abruptly, almost sliding off her feet, sniffed at some driftwood, picked it up, and carried it along only to drop it as soon as something more interesting appeared.
Guinevere let her gaze travel the length of beach. In the distance was the narrow wooden pier where small boats could moor. It was only used by locals who came to the island to fish.
There was a boat moored there now.
Guinevere narrowed her eyes. Judging by its colours it was Jago’s boat. Jago Trevelyan was an old fisherman who had sold off his business to his sons and now only fished for pleasure. He liked to come to the island in the evening and roam the beach, smoking his pipe and scaring people when he suddenly popped up out of nowhere. He was an authority on island lore, knowing every tale that was connected with Cornisea’s eventful past.
Guinevere wondered if Jago knew about the goblet of Rose and Stars. It was exactly the sort of object that would catch his fancy as proof of Cornisea’s importance in the past. Maybe also as a way to draw tourists to the island in the future?
Guinevere began to walk in the direction of the pier, keeping her eyes on the bobbing boat. If she met Jago, she could ask him if he believed the goblet was on Cornisea. He might even know some old tale that could help her work out where it was. Wadencourt seemed to know already, but it would be fun to surprise him by casually dropping a hint she knew as well.
Dolly came up to her and circled her legs. Her ears were back, and she whined.
‘What’s up, girl?’ Guinevere said. ‘Do you smell another dog? There might be some staying at the B&B. Maybe they played here, huh? It’s not our private beach.’
Dolly flattened herself onto the sand, and when Guinevere wanted to push on to the pier, Dolly stayed behind, lying down with her head on her paws.
Guinevere looked her over. ‘What’s wrong, girl?’ The dog’s behaviour had changed completely from carefree frolicking to downcast, almost anxious behaviour.
‘Come on,’ she coaxed her. ‘Come over here.’
She even snapped her fingers, but the dachshund wasn’t moving. She had pulled up her upper lip and snarled as if there was a threat nearby. But Guinevere didn’t see a soul. No dog, no human.
Not Jago either.
Usually he went home early in the morning when the fishing was done. Why had he stayed here?
‘Dolly! Come to me.’ She sat on her haunches, holding out her hand.
The dachshund came skulking low, pressing herself close to Guinevere’s leg. Guinevere patted her. ‘Hey, are you not feeling well? Did you hurt yourself somehow?’
Maybe her wild antics had been too much this time?
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