Chapter 18
Of course, with that wretched drinks party still going on downstairs—with Pevensie downstairs—there was nowhere, absolutely nowhere, to go. The other bedrooms were empty, of course, their night time occupants busy making merry below. But George could hardly invade someone else’s privacy. What would Jimmy or Agnes think, were they to come upstairs for a pocket handkerchief and find him moping in their room?
Downstairs, nowhere would be safe. George hid himself in the shadows on the upstairs landing, listening to the noise of laughter and chattering that came up from below.
Even in his cell in Winchester, in the dark of the night when all noises had seemed sinister and freedom a lifetime away, he’d never felt so alone. He’d ruined everything. Worse, he’d hurt Matthew badly. If
