The Master's Mistress. Кэрол Мортимер

had refused to take up his place at Oxford University and instead returned to America and joined the army there.

      Rogan straightened abruptly. ‘Continue to catalogue the library, by all means,’ he said brusquely. ‘Whoever inherits will no doubt consider selling them if some of the books are as valuable as you say they are.’

      Elizabeth’s eyes widened. ‘You aren’t expecting that to be you?’

      Rogan Sullivan’s laugh lacked all humour. ‘I have an appointment with Desmond Taylor, Brad’s lawyer, later this morning, so no doubt all will be revealed then. But I’d think it doubtful, wouldn’t you?’

      Elizabeth no longer knew what to think. About this situation. Or, indeed, about Rogan Sullivan…