The atmosphere of Brandgwyn subtly changed.
Paradoxically, through Forrest’s death, the house came alive. It did this neither visually nor with any faltering in its general orderliness. Rather it was as though the invisible dregs of a murder were testing their toe hold in the role of calamitous guests.
They were accomplishing this in a noxious tide which filtered its sly sampling among the halls, the rooms, the smallest cracks of age throughout the building. As a matter of more simple fact, it was well on its way toward giving the old place and the people in it a good dose of the creeps.
As soon as she was through with notifying the police, Margot telephoned Jake. His bounce, as she spoke of murder, was gone, and all of the hard qualities which underlaid the successful handling of his b
