Page 44 of The Pursuit of Mrs. Pennyworth
Glenmoor turned to him, a slight frown on his face. “Against my better judgement, Mrs. Glenmoor invited that new vicar for dinner one night last week.” He shook his head. “There is something odd about him. I know he is a man of the cloth, but he strikes me as not the forgiving, or loving type of vicar.”
“I must agree with you. The few times I have been in his presence, he appeared judgmental and an opinionated arse. Please excuse me for denigrating a vicar, but he insulted Mrs. Pennyworth the last time I saw him.”
“That is what concerns me. He spent much too much time that night asking questions about her. Wanted to know all about Mr. Pennyworth, how long ago he had died, and what her relationship to you was. Things that I was most uncomfortable speaking about.”
Elliot frowned, his senses going on alert. “Did he indicate to either you or your wife what his interest in her was all about?”
“No. Both my wife and I changed the subject several times, but eventually he was back to asking about Mrs. Pennyworth again. It was quite disturbing. I just thought you should know since I did not want to distress Mrs. Pennyworth with this information.” Glenmoor backed away from the portrait and waved his arm. “I think we had better join the others.”
“Yes.” Elliot followed him out of the room and down the corridor. Before they entered the drawing room, Glenmoor stopped once again. “What confuses me about Spencer is why he is even in the church. With his money, he need not earn a living, and he certainly does not seem the type of person anxious to comfort his flock.”
“Money?”
“Yes,” Glenmoor said as they entered the drawing room. “He comes from a very wealthy family. Shipping, I believe. The man is probably worth close to half a million pounds.”
Half a million pounds? That kind of money could buy quite a few diamond bracelets.
