Best Kept Secret (The Clifton Chronicles, #3)

by Jeffrey Archer

yesterday’s copy of Hansard on the side table, pushed himself up out of his chair and was heading toward the corridor when there was a third rap. “Hold your horses,” Giles said. He pulled open the door to find the last person he would have expected standing on his doorstep in Smith Square. “Grace?” he said, unable to mask his surprise. “It’s a relief to discover you still remember my name,” said his sister as she stepped inside. Giles tried to think of an equally sharp rejoinder, but as he hadn’t been in touch with his sister since the day of his mother’s funeral, he had to accept that her barbed remark was justified. In truth, he hadn’t been in contact with any of the family since Virginia had stormed out of the courtroom and left him standing on the pavement outside. “What brings you to London, Grace?” he asked rather feebly,