“Mr. Harvester announced as he looked over the tribute to Betsy Holden. “I don’t believe this room is open for public display yet,” Mr. Gold said. He glanced down at his watch. “It opens in an hour.” Mr. Harvester’s mustache seemed to bristle with offense. “I am not ‘the public,’ young man,” he insisted. “I am a close friend of Elizabeth Holden. It’s only right that family,” he nodded toward Annie, “and close friends view the display first.” “Oh,” Mr. Gold said, blinking slightly, th...en turning toward Mary Beth, “is he with you?” Mary Beth shook her head. “No, though we have met Mr. Harvester before.” “I haven’t,” Stella announced regally. Mr. Harvester turned to look at her in interest. “I am Edgar Harvester. Were you a relative of Elizabeth?” “I was Betsy’s friend,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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