“Joyce says so.”
“Well, never mind about it. If I know who did it, I won’t tell you—and you needn’t ask.”
“It was a very strange thing for anybody to do, Barry.”
“Except you——”
“Yes, except me! Oh, you do think I did it!”
“Hush, sweetheart, don’t talk so loud. Now, listen, Natalie. You’re in a tight place. There’s no use denying it, you are. Now I want you to promise me to do exactly as I tell you, in every instance. You trust me to do only what is best for both of us, don’t you?”
“For both of us—yes, Barry.” The blue eyes were very sad, but the soft voice did not falter.
“That’s a trump, my own little trump! There are some dark hours ahead, darling. I don’t know just how things will turn. But I’m tying to head off trouble, and I hope to succeed.”
“Barry, Eugene Courtenay didn’t kill Eric, did he?”
“No, Natalie, he didn’t. That clairvoyant business was all poppycock.”