The Locked Pantry

"You will think me a foolish old woman," Beatrice told Constable Drupe, "but I should like you to unlock a pantry." They stood in the lane outside the Crane house. Edith's pans had been returned; Edith herself sat at her own kitchen window like a woman convalescing from a fever, which, in a sense, she was. "Mrs. Crane's pantry?" said