Chapter 4There are moments of acute sensation before the mind gets to work again when shock is no more than a feeling of physical chill, and at these times the details of one’s surroundings are apt to take on a peculiar vividness.
Linda became aware of the untidiness of the brightly lit room, of Chloe’s red handkerchief folded neatly on the piano with her book upon it, and of Campion’s long, dark, suddenly important back as he stood arrested, half turned towards her husband.
Then there were footsteps in the hall behind her and Sutane’s manager, d**k Poyser, his sad eyes inquisitive, came in.
“I heard a noise,” he said. “What’s the matter, Jimmy?”
Sutane stepped into the room. He was a little unsteady on his feet.
“I’ve killed Chloe . . . she chucked herself under the car.”
“For God’s
