The quiet of Monday morning was a thorough bluff, for beneath it grated a cacophony of nerve ends all of which were loosely exposed in the raw.
After Fleury’s bulky departure around seven o’clock Brandgwyn officially was alone, with no visible sign of either the house or the Tylers being under observation. With the exception of the servants (but with them, of course, any variation in lassitude would be imperceptible), nobody had had much if any sleep.
Before having turned in, Margot had gone last night up to Melissa and given her the heartening result of Jannisworth’s tests. “I’m so glad, and so terribly appreciative, Miss Gilland,” Melissa had said. “If I don’t cry it’s because your news really isn’t any to me. I mean it was simply impossible for Mr. Jannisworth to have come to any othe
