CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE“But you can’t know what she said.”
“She told you it was she who killed Lyli.”
“Yes. She did.”
“Nicole told you that to protect—someone else...” She walked toward the open windows. “We had better have a talk, Mr. Hendrie. You and I.”
“I’ve been trying to talk to you since last week. I’m sure there’s much you can tell me.”
“I prefer not to remain in this room, Lyli’s boudoir, because it holds such unpleasant memories.” She went ahead of him, onto the terrace, and sat on one of the cushioned patio chairs shaded by an enormous parasol.
Ash sat, facing her, and waited for her to speak. He realized that her face was not as forbidding as it had seemed last week. White hair, firm lips in a strong face, intelligent gray eyes which were studying him. Wearing a simple white-a
