Betrayal
She had practically given them the answer without saying a word. A little dance, a little song. Something for the children to enjoy, sitting among the animals that resided in their own nursey. Mary didn't think she could be any clearer.
See the shadows, the swinging pocket watch, and there the answer lay.
So simple that even the children understood. And yet, not the adults. Mary knew Michael was cleverer than that, but he was no longer a child. He could only see what he wanted to.
A pity, she thought, as she watched the three of her charges tumble up the stairs. They were so much like their father.
From the moment she had stepped into the bank, Mary knew there was something wrong. She could almost feel the way it tugged at the tails of her coat. If she were to help the Banks's once more, she must also be rid of any pests that were lurking around the house. And that included a wolf named Wilkins.