‘I know all about them!’ broke in Daisy with a scornful snort. ‘They’d teach me to be a housemaid. What, spend all me life polishing and dusting, with some old woman ringing a bell every five minutes, expecting me to run and see what she wants? I should think not! Don’t you worry about me, Mr Ross, and tell your wife not to worry, either. I’m glad I, and that funny-looking maid you’ve got, arrived in time to pull the Wraith away from her.’ Daisy gave me a wicked grin. ‘See, your wife is a very respectable lady, but she still got attacked by the old monster in his shroud, didn’t she? It ain’t being out on the streets like me that makes life so risky. It’s just being a woman that’s dangerous, that’s what.’
With that, she burst into laughter and with a wave of her hand set off past me across the bridge. I turned to watch her go, the new pheasant feathers bobbing bravely in her refurbished hat.