“I must confess that I don’t read much in the way of fiction. I won’t be a great help to you.” Mr. Fernsby reeled back. “What? Who doesn’t read fiction? What else is there to read?” “Receipt books, histories, the newspaper—” “All of them hogwash, the last one most of all.” Hulda folded her arms. “Did you not work for the press, Mr. Fernsby?” He smiled. “How else would I know? Now, about Elise—”
