XX“So it was that simple,” he said. I don’t know how to describe the way he said that either. It was the way you’d say it about something so irreparable there was no use being surprised or angry or shocked or have any emotion about it.
“What . . . do you mean? Have I done . . . ?” I found myself repeating Ginny’s own question to me.
“My dear Grace,” he said quietly, “don’t you see what getting Vair here at your house, where”—he was about to say something else but changed it—“where Mr. Brent had his heart attack yesterday is going to mean to Allerdyce? I’ve had an idea it was what he’d try to do. I didn’t think it was going to be . . . quite so simple. That’s all.”
“But look. . . .”
He shook his head. “Don’t try to escape. It’s all right, my dear. If he hadn’t done it one way he would h
