“It’s simple really, my dad, who owns this house. Works on the railway managing the booking office. We get so few people coming this far down the line, that he usually lets me know if they sell a ticket, just so I can keep an eye out.”
Charlie thought for a moment.
“That’s all very well and good, but what were you then doing all day, whilst I was stuck upstairs?
“It wasn’t all day silly, it was only like six hours.”
“I don’t think you’re really getting the point of all this. What were you doing with whoever got off the train, for six hours? You must have known who they were, to have spent that much time with them?”
“Oh it was no one really, just someone interested in the railway and this house and all the history and stuff. Do you want a cup of tea?”
She stood and moved over to the kettle, picking it up and waving it at him with a grin. Charlie knew, deep down, that something wasn’t right with this situation, but was still too blissfully happy to question any further.
“Yes, a tea would be lovely.” he replied with a smile.