The TraitorsDuring luncheon, Tony said, “My appointment with the man at the Records Hall is day after tomorrow. Would you like to accompany me?”
“Mrs. Hart and I will be having luncheon that day.”
“Oh.” He sounded disappointed. He seemed very much like Katherine then.
“There will be other times.”
“Well, yes,” he said. “Will you be having luncheon here, then?”
The Harts had never come to Spadros Manor, as far as I knew, refusing every invitation. This I found odd. Even if they despised me, to refuse Tony’s invitations could be construed as an insult. “No, we’ll be meeting at the Women’s Club.”
Tony nodded. “Probably for the best.”
I glanced at the servants, who were pointedly not watching us, and decided to save the obvious question for another time.
I pondered our conversation the
