CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
“A few days ago, I felt the longer this case went on, the less likely it was to be solved.”
Polidori escorted Mary along the lakeside promenade. “But now I feel our assailant has become sloppy, is invoked more by the heat of passion than by necessity and requirement.”
“You suspect he will make a mistake? That he will give away his identity or hiding place by some slip?”
“I do.”
“I trust your instincts, Doctor Polidori. Will you be surprised if the culprit turns out to be a man of means and respect—one society looks up to and admires?”
“Oh, Mrs. Shelley, I have no doubt that is exactly who we will establish as the origin of these vile occurrences. I also believe, however, that he is followed on his course by a lesser, more naïve being who willingly or unwillingly al
