38Ben was on his feet. “When were you in the school office?” he asked Nugent. “Think carefully, Edmond. What night was it?”
“The night she was killed!” said Caroline, jumping up from the table and knocking over her wine. “It was you I saw in the office that night night, wasn’t it? Not Tristan!” She turned to face her boss, who leaned back in his chair and smiled.
“Oh, take your seat, Caroline!” he said. “Don’t get involved in this—it’s just silly drama. You know how Nugent is.”
“You mean, in love with Iris? Yes, I do know. I know exactly how that is.” Caroline was backing away from Séverin, just as Dufort was coming towards him. The other guests were looking from one end of the table to other, not quite understanding, and not wanting to miss anything. No one moved, not even to take a si
