"I should find a way," she said.
I yawned again— very loudly and rather theatrically. "One thing is quite obvious to me," I said, "and that is that the idea of killing me doesn't appeal to you a bit. First of all for the reason I've already explained, and secondly because quite obviously you haven't found the thing you're looking for— the thing which you think Sammy Carew had and which he hadn't got— the thing which you think it possible I might have. Well... I might have it, mightn't I? And I certainly haven't got it on me, so killing me would be a waste of time. You've already decided that, haven't you, my adored Bettina? So do what you like and damn your eyes. But stop talking because, as I told you before, you bore me."
She moved away from the wall. She came a little closer to me. Sh
