Chapter 40

“Well then,” she said, practically. “You helped him as well. I’ll try not to make jokes about it from now on, though.” She patted his hand and withdrew her own as she spoke.

“I’d appreciate it,” he said. “I would really appreciate it.” He stood as she rose and hefted her case. “Let me take that,” he offered.

She smiled and passed it to him. “I’ll be back tomorrow to check on him. You should get the telephone out here, you know. It would have saved you running all that way. Although why you didn’t take the car I don’t know.”

“I forgot,” he said. “I plain forgot that we have it. I’m a fool in more ways than one.”

She looked at him shrewdly. “I don’t think so, Robert. I don’t think so at all.” She patted his arm reassuringly. “There’s Matthew with the car. Come on.”

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IT WAS ABOUT SIX INthe evening on Christmas Day when Marchant decided he’d had enough and took himself back to bed. He’d spent the day before mostly asleep.