Justice Is a Woman by Yelena Kopylova

that. Now I wonder if Hammond is outside. Would you be kind enough.
    Miss
    Hughes-Burton, to see if he’s there ? He’ll have a carriage, no motor. Sarah doesn’t
    believe in motors;
    she’s old-fashioned, as old-fashioned as the hills.”
    “Yes; yes, of course, I’ll see to it.”
    As Betty was about to dart away Joe caught her arm, saying, “Leave it to me;’ then
    turning to Mrs.
    Ambers he asked, “ Where are you for? “
    “The Hall. The Hall, of course; Menton’s place.”
    “Oh. Oh yes.” He showed no surprise; unlike Elaine, who stared at the odd creature,
    thinking ruefully:
    Isn’t it just like Betty to meet up with Lady Menton’s cousin; she had now remembered the name
    Ambers and its connection with the Mentons. This weird-looking individual was Lady
    Mary Ambers and
    known to be as flush with money as were the Mentons, and all too old to enjoy it.
    The three women were walking towards the ticket barrier now and Elaine, in her most
    gracious manner,
    asked of the old lady, “I hope you had a pleasant journey?”
    “Journeys are never pleasant but this one was relieved by your sister here.” Lady Ambers turned her
    head abruptly and nodded towards Betty, who answered bluntly, “Well, it worked both
    ways.”
    “Thank you. Thank you. It’s unusual to find an intelligent talker who doesn’t turn out to have been a
    suffragette. You did say you weren’t a suffragette, didn’t you?”
    “Yes, I did.”
    “Good. Good.”
    Joe was standing beyond the barrier, and at a respectful distance behind him stood David.
    However,
    standing in front of David was a smartly liveried middle-aged man and over the dividing iron railings Lady
    Ambers called loudly, “Oh, there you are, Hammond. Good. Good.”
    Inclining his head respectfully the man said, “Yes, milady.” And now there was a hold-up because her
    ladyship couldn’t find her ticket.
    Having been forced to stand aside to let the other passengers through the barrier she fumbled with her
    handbag, and then with her purse, until Betty came to her side and said quietly, “I think you put it down
    your glove.”
    “Oh, yes. Yes, of course. Good Lord, you would think I was senile.”
    The reply was meant to be in a whisper and it amused the line of passengers.
    They were outside now. David, carrying Betty’s luggage, was shepherding them towards
    the car, while
    Hammond led the way along the kerb towards the shining but elderly carriage.
    He held the door open wide for her ladyship to enter, but with her foot on the step Lady Ambers
    hesitated, stepped back on the pavement, looked along to where Betty was about to enter the car and
    cried, “Miss Burton! Miss Burton! You must come and have tea with me. Do you hear!
    You must
    come and have tea with me.”
    “Oh, thank you very much. Yes, I will. Thank you. Goodbye.” Settled in the car, Joe let out a low
    rumbling chuckle.
    “There’s a character for you. I wonder what connection she is to the Mentons?”
    “Oh, she’s a cousin.”
    Joe turned his head towards Betty as he said, “Really!” Then he twisted further round in his seat as
    Elaine put in, “She happens to be Lady Mary Ambers.”
    “Lady Mary Ambers!” Joe nodded his head to each word.
    “Well, well, this is the eccentric one. I’ve heard of her. She lives up to her name. Travels the world,
    doesn’t she?”
    He turned again towards Betty and asked, “How does she do it? She didn’t even know
    where she’d
    put her ticket.”
    “Oh, she would have found it or someone would have found it for her.
    She’s one of these people who’ll always get by . But I didn’t know she was Lady Mary.
    Nice of her,
    don’t you think, not to press it. She said her name was Ambers, but that was all. “
    “She looked slightly mad,” Elaine muttered.
    Betty slanted her eyes towards Elaine as she said, “Don’t you believe it; nobody’s mad who can survive
    three rich husbands.”
    “She’s been married three times?” Joe