21‘What are we going to do, Nicky?’
They sat close together on the deep sofa in the drawing-room. They were not leaning back. Althea’s left hand rested palm downwards on the stuff of the seat. Nicky’s right hand covered it. He said,
‘There isn’t anything very much that we can do.’
He didn’t like to say, ‘It will pass,’ but the thought was in his mind. They would have to get through the inquest and the funeral, and then they could get married and he would take her away. He wondered if she would want to sell the house, and whether the two lots of people who were after it would still be so anxious to buy now that there had been a murder there. The sooner he could get Allie away the better—right away. These things filled his mind, but it was a bit soon to start talking about them to Allie,
