of late. She turned and smiled wanly at Martha.
"If that shocked her, I'd hate to think what might have happened if she'd heard the sorts of things Byron says to the new stable boy."
The grey-haired maid blinked but made an obvious effort not to react to this latest bit of knowledge about the goings on at Ludlow House. After a moment, when Tamara did not go on, she let her shoulders sag.
"You'll want me to find a replacement, Miss?"
"Of course," Tamara replied. "And another girl besides. Not to mention a groundskeeper. Thank goodness the cook doesn't seem bothered by the presence of the... less tangible residents of the house. Let alone my father's lunatic ravings."
The household staff might be willing to put up with a haunting now and again, particularly if the ghosts were not especially aggressive. But Tamara and William were not fools. They were the only living residents of Ludlow House who knew that their father's affliction - the madness
