7: Sunday: Cross-Examination For One
CALLAGHAN was standing in front of the fire smoking. It was still raining. He was listening to the raindrops pattering on the window, thinking that you never knew anything about women, that if you did it didn't get you anywhere and you were usually wrong anyhow.
He straightened up as the lift came up, heard Wilkie open the apartment door.
Thorla Riverton stood in the doorway of the sitting-room. She was wearing a close fitting black dinner-gown underneath an open Persian lamb coat. Her face was very white, her eyes too bright. Callaghan looked at her, looked at the tiny satin shoes which showed under the edge of her gown. He found himself thinking that she had lovely feet, and wondering why the devil he should bother about that... now.
She came into
