"Oh, nothing. Bagging a brace means killing two, doesn't it?"
"Yes. Why?"
"Oh, I wanted to know."
Ayre looked at her.
"Where's Eugene?"
"He was here just now, but he's gone into the house."
Ayre stroked his mustache meditatively.
"Did you want him?"
"No, not particularly. I thought I should find him here."
"You would if you'd come a little sooner."