Murder on the Rocks (A Lady Hardcastle Mystery #13)

Lady Hardcastle managed to stabilize JB and, with a first-aid kit supplied by Crawford, properly dressed his wounds. We carried him to his bed, and Lady Hardcastle, Dotty and Patience took turns in sitting with him to make sure he stayed fit enough to stand trial.

Meanwhile, we locked Wilson and Lily in their rooms – still bound in the shackles Dotty had found, of course – and Bridgewater and I stood watch in the corridor in two-hour shifts just in case.

Having been given the details of the events she’d not been able to see in the dining room – though she had surmised most of it for herself – Clarice had retired to her room and was the only one of us to get a full night’s sleep.

Apart from the Crawfords, of course, who carried on as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.