called beautifulâa few inches taller than Calum, also caught the wave. Joanne smiled back. With a flutter of a raised hand, Elaine introduced herself as Calumâs fiancée.
âHow are you, Joanne?â Calum asked when at last she made it over to them.
âWhereâs your manners, Calum?â his mother hissed. âItâs Mrs. Ross to you.â
âActually, itâs Mrs. McAllister.â Joanne smiled. âBut as Calum is a friend, I told him to call me Joanne.â
To Mrs. Mackenzie the idea of friendship between a man and a woman of differing ages and differing social status was outside of her understanding. Therefore somehow wrong. She said nothing, but Elaine, whoâd overheard the exchange, knew that later much would be made of Joanne Ross McAllister.
âElaine.â Calumâs fiancée formally introduced herself. âCalumâs told me a lot about you.â
âAnd you. Heâs really proud of you,â Joanne said. âThis is McAllister.â
âYour husband?â Mrs. Mackenzie asked. She looked up at him. Seeing no indication of status, she was about to dismiss him. Then she remembered he was the editor of a newspaper. âIâm Calumâs mother,â she said. âMy Calumâs done right well for himself. When he was at school, he passed all his exams wiâ top marks. Anâ one oâ his essays was printed in the paper anâ him only fifteen. Then he was champion oâ the junior golf team. Thatâs before he was made chief reporter andââ
âNext lot, number ninety-seven, cameras and equipment,â the auctioneer announced.
Hector pulled at the editorâs sleeve as if he were a wee boy trying to get the attention of his granddad. âWill you bid for me? Iâm scared Iâll mess it up.â
Thanks, Hec, for saving me from that woman , McAllister was thinking.
Calum spoke up. âIâll bid. None oâ the locals will go against me. Whatâs your limit?â
âWhoâll offer me five pounds?â the auctioneer asked.
âFive pounds is fine,â Hec said.
âWait,â Calum told him.
âCome on, ladies and gentlemen. An excellent wee camera, German-made. And lots of equipment, extra lenses. Three pounds? No? Whoâll start me at one pound?â
âTen shillings!â Calum shouted.
âCome on, the bagâs worth more than that.â Still no reply. And the sound of rain on car roofs drumming a tattoo made the auctioneer want to finish before the pubs closed. âTen shillings. Sold to Calum. Now, this nice mirror, antique, looks like . . . five shillings?â
âTen shillings?â Hectorâs eyes were popping.
âWheesht,â Joanne told him. But she could see him trembling and the raindrops coming off his mackintosh like a dog shaking off the rain. âMaybe you should bid for me too, Calum.â
âWhat do you want?â
âThe drawing of the bird skeleton, the one in the plain wood frame.â
âThe one used in evidence in court?â
âWas it?â
âNasty old thing, thon,â Mrs. Mackenzie muttered. Calum nudged her with his elbow. âBut thereâs no accounting for taste,â she added.
âIâll bid for it,â McAllister said.
They waited as a few more items were presentedâan Edwardian water jug and bowl, brass fire tongs and dustpan set, a half tea set. âRoyal Doulton,â the auctioneer said, but still couldnât raise more than five shillings. âSold to Nurse Ogilvie,â he announced.
A prosecution witness at Aliceâs trial, Joanne was thinking. She watched as the nurse made her way to the bookkeeper to pay for the china. With her was a young man, tall and very thin, his skin white in a redhead way. She sensed a nervousness about him, reminding her of a highly strung greyhound, one that had been overraced and was now on its
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