Tobi paced back and forth in her room, anxious to hear anything at all about her best friend. The letter about the murderer was folded neatly on the table in her room along with the legal letters from the solicitors back in the states. Pippa was legally right for what money was left after the estate had burnt to the ground, the funds no longer locked from her use.

She sighed and sat down, the young teenager that served as her companion when her brother was occupied elsewhere knocked and came in, "Come on, Miss, ye should really eat somethin affore ye catch the vapors. I am sure yer friend wouldn't like knowin' ye fainted on her behalf." The girl tutted like a mother hen and linked her arm with Tobi's to take her into the common room to eat.

Tobi did pause to grab the old newspaper that had come with the package. She shook her head as she peered down at the likeness of the man who killed the Danes family, hanged for his crime some months prior. Poor Pippa...