CHAPTER 19We were just finishing breakfast the next morning when William announced Colonel Primrose to see Mr. Sandy.
Sandy’s coffee cup half-way to the table stopped so abruptly that it slopped a little, and spattered on his empty plate. Judge Candler glanced at him with a surprise that wasn’t, I thought, as mild as it seemed.
“It’s my fault,” Jerry said. “I was supposed to prepare you.”
Sandy folded his napkin and pushed back his chair.
“Excuse me, sir?” he said.
His father nodded. Sandy’s pleasant ugly face was disturbed. He looked across the table at his sister. They hadn’t, I decided, had a chance for a post mortem on her interview with Colonel Primrose at Captain Fox’s house. Her sleepless eyes must therefore have been rather more alarming to him than they might have been if he’
