And, if it had not been for a taste for plotting, which was
continually getting him into scrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable
member of society. He helped himself to a beer,
then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. ‘Forgive me, Mrs Sindlesham, but do you tell me this inheritance that
Melusine has fought so hard to recover is completely wasted?’
The old lady gave him a sharp look. He could scarcely blame her. If he escapes at all, it must
be before our faces. Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the
dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to
look for his hostess. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen.
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