CHAPTER 23DAN held Mary Winship, white-faced, close in his arms. He did not care to look around the room, in the silence there in which life seemed suspended.
Inspector Bull’s voice was calm and grave.
“And you would have died, Mrs. Winship. You were meant to die when your husband died. You were meant again to die yesterday. Miss Grimstead’s coming up and calling Copeland here was the only thing in the world that saved you. That, and her first stroke last night, after she’d killed Eric Dalrymple-Hughes to save herself, just as she’d done Pegott, and tried to do to Mr. Pinkerton, thinking he knew more than he did, or possibly mistaking him for Pegott.”
He turned as Sidney Copeland came back from the room to which they had carried her.
“Your task is here, Mr. Copeland,” he said evenly. “
