CHAPTER ELEVENIt was after nine when I ran across the garden to the Bishops’. I hadn’t intended going out alone after what Colonel Primrose had said, but when I saw him and Mr. Parran and their small cohort leaving the place I changed my mind.
Rosemary and George Barrol were on the screened front porch. I spotted them by the two small red dots of their cigarettes. George got up and opened the door.
“Come in—we were just going over. Your Hawkshaw’s got Paul on the carpet,” he said. “What’ll you have? Scotch?”
“Nothing.”
I sat down on the foot of the wicker chaise longue where Rosemary was sitting.
“Did you find Andy?”
“He was home—said he hadn’t been out,” she answered. “He said Lucy Lee had taken the kids over to her mother’s and he guessed young Andy had decided he’d stick with him,
