Callaghan whistled quietly through his teeth.
'I've got it,' he said. 'She picked up the gun and threw it in the lake so that it looked like murder. If it was murder the Insurance Company would pay...'
'Yes,' said Manon. 'Yes... that's right.'
Callaghan said: 'It was a pity that Desirée didn't know that the two years were up, that in any event, suicide or murder, the Company would have to pay.'
'I know,' said Manon. 'I know that now. So does she. But she didn't know it then.'
Callaghan said: 'Let's have some brandy, shall we?'
Manon said: 'That's a grand idea. I feel like death.'
She got up, poured out some brandy. She said:
'And I'll make some coffee. You're going to play the game with me, aren't you, Mr. Callaghan?' She smiled at him wistfully.
Callaghan said: 'Don't worry...'
