“How can I squawk? I started the double-cross, so how can I kick if it backfired? So now we’re even.”
Simon sat on the arm of a chair.
“This is almost fascinating,” he said. “So you sent me that invitation so we could kiss again and be friends?”
A faint flush touched her cheekbones.
“When you saw me with Lady Offchurch, I knew I’d have to deal with you sooner or later. Why kid myself? So I thought I’d get it over with.”
“You thought I was after the same boodle.”
“If you weren’t before, you would be now.”
“Well, what’s the proposition?”
“Why don’t we really team up this time?”
Simon put a cigarette in his mouth and struck a match.