she do that? She crouched right down in that chair and hid her face when you began to turn it out.â
âThere was a photograph thereâa boy sheâs fond of. She didnât want anyone to know.â
She saw him smile.
âYou canât really believe thatâor if you can, I canât. What does it matter whose photograph sheâs got? Whatâs the use, Susan? She did it, and sheâll have to stand by it, unlessâââ
Susanâs face burned.
âBlackmail?â she said, and felt her heart stop with terror at the change in his face.
He looked like murder as he jerked her out of her chair and held her facing him.
âSay that again and there will be no unless! Do you want me to ring up the policeânow, at once? Because I will if you likeâyouâve only to say so. Well, what is it to be?â He was rough in voice and action. His hands bruised her with their hard strength. But she kept her eyes on his. If she died for it she wouldnât look away.
âLet me go, Mr. Dale.â
He let go of her at once, walked to the writing-table, and reached for the telephone. With his hand on it he looked back at her and said,
âWellâmake up your mind.â
Susan looked across to the recess where Cathy lay. She hadnât moved. Perhaps she wouldnât move for hours. She had had these turns beforeâwhen her kitten had been killed by a strange dogâwhen a tramp had frightened her. She had lain stunned and dazed for hours, and afterwards she had been ill. The doctors called it shock. They had said, âLeave it to time.â The word was in Susanâs mind as she turned to Lucas Dale. She heard herself saying it out loud,
âI must have time.â
He left the table and came back to her. The gust of anger was gone. He said,
âHow much time? I could give you an hour.â
âThatâs not enough. Cathy is ill. I canât ask her anything until sheâs well again. It may be days. And sometimes she doesnât rememberâshe didnât when her kitten was killed. Itâs shock.â
âIâm afraid I canât give you daysâyou must see that. I couldnât explain to the police why I had put off reporting the theft of the pearls. I can give you an hour. Would you like me to leave you alone here?â
âYes, please.â
âIs there anything you would like for yourself or for Cathy?â
She said âNo.â
He went out and shut the door.
CHAPTER X
That hour was the strangest one in Susanâs life. She could not have told how it went. It was like the time in a dream, when moments lengthen into ages or contract to a dizzy flash. She tried to rouse Cathy, to get an answer from her, but achieved nothing but a dull state of distress without coherent speech. Dr. Carrick had always told them to let her alone and she would sleep it off. In the midst of all that was so unreal she had the clearest picture of Billâs father saying that in his warm, reassuring voice.
She began to walk up and down in the long room. Two windows on to the terrace and the glass door between them. Everything grey and misty outside. The ray of sun had gone. She turned and walked back, leaving the windows behind her. The door on the right, Daleâs writing-table, the chimney-breast, the logs on the hearth fallen down in a bed of white ash. Above, on the panelling, Lazloâs picture of Millicent and Laura Bourne. On the left the recess, Cathyâs writing-table. Cathy lying motionless on the window-seat very small and frail. She walked on to the end of the room. There was another door on the right. It led by a narrow passage to a back stair.
Susan turned and came back again. Her eyes went to the picture. Millicent and Laura Bourne.⦠How lovely and serene they lookedâAunt Milly who was a fretful invalidâLaura who was dead.⦠She thought. âIâm twenty-two. Iâm older than
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