CHAPTER 5She got out of her chair and stood facing him. “Philip!”
He nodded briefly.
“Philip. But not Anne—or at least not Anne Jocelyn. I suppose Annie Joyce was christened Anne.”
“Philip!”
“That doesn’t get us anywhere, does it? May I ask how you thought you could get away with a fraud of this kind? Very ingenuous of you, but perhaps you thought I’d be abroad—or better still a casualty, in which case I suppose you might have brought it off. It seems to have gone down with Lyn and Aunt Milly, but it doesn’t go down with me, and I’ll tell you why. When Anne was hit I picked her up and I got her into the boat. She died there. I brought her body home.”
She kept her eyes on his face.
“You brought Annie Joyce home. You buried Annie Joyce.”
“And why am I supposed to have done that?”
She
