Chapter Thirty-three‘And if she could have killed me then and there she’d have done it,’ said William cheerfully.
They were driving back to the Cedar House through the early afternoon—mild, grey weather, and everything very peaceful.
‘Where do you suppose she’s gone?’ said Katharine.
‘Back to town to beat up Brett, I should think. She just pushed herself into a fur coat, new and quite expensive, and a small car, ditto. I suppose she’s got rooms or something?’
‘A flat. Rather a nice one, I believe. I should think Cyril’s been paying the rent.’ She laughed and said, ‘That’s gossip.’
‘Whose?’
‘Brett’s.’
William looked straight in front of him, frowning.
‘How does she stand with Brett these days?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘You don’t think she told him she’d seen me? I didn’t think so myself,
