Opening her door, she realized it was Nan’s day to clean-she’d forgotten that Nan was here when the constable had knocked. Well, she’d just have to send the maid home, she couldn’t bear having someone there, in the house, moving about. She needed to think.

Stepping from the bright morning into the dimly lit foyer, she once again stopped dead in her tracks.

“Matthew?” she said to the ghost of him sitting at the bottom of the staircase. A sudden fear swept her. Had he died without her there to hold his hand? Had she left him to die and he’d come to chide her?

But it wasn’t Matthew’s ghost, it was Stephen, very much alive.

She watched his face crumple as he read the shock in her face. “How is he?” he asked, his voice husky. “For God’s sake, tell me he’s still alive?”

“He’s alive,” she heard herself saying. “But he’s so-I’ve never seen anyone that badly hurt.”

“Thank God. Bennett told me they’d found a body-I thought-”

Felicity shut the door and leaned against it, her legs refusing to hold her up. “What are you doing here? The police-Bennett’s foot may be broken, did you know that?”

“I’m sorry. He tried to stop me, it was his own doing. I had to come here, I had to tell you that I didn’t harm Matthew. I didn’t touch him, Felicity! I would never have touched him. Tell me you believe me?”

He got to his feet, standing there with such pain in his eyes that she couldn’t bear to see it.

“Felicity-”

He put out his hand, begging.

“Please, Felicity. I didn’t hurt him!”

She took a deep shuddering breath. “I don’t know what to think anymore. If you were innocent, why didn’t you let Bennett question you? Why did you run him down?”