“Oh, no.”
“Then you posted them! You wouldn’t let a weapon like that right out of your hand, would you? You posted them to yourself! Or to Geoffrey! Yes, to Geoffrey, so that you could make him send me away! Very clever, but not quite clever enough, because I shall see to it that the letter never reaches him! And even if it did—even if it did—I shall have done too much for him—a great, great deal too much! He can never do without me now!”
Ione’s hands held one another. They must not shake. Her voice sounded cool and sceptical as she said,
“That sounds very grand, but what exactly have you done besides telling Margot she could take that rope? And supplying Allegra with morphia?”
For a moment she thought that the revolver would go off—there was such a blazing fury in Jacqueline’s eyes. A
