“But they tried.”
“I don’t think we know that they were trying for Lissa.”
“Then if they were so half-way smart, how did they get in the wrong room?”
“They might have thought Freddie would be with her.”
“Yeah?” she scoffed. “If they knew anything, they’d know he’d be in his own room. He doesn’t visit. He has visitors.”
Simon felt that he was at some disadvantage. He said with a grin, “You can tie me up, Ginny, but that doesn’t alter anything. Freddie is the guy that the beef is about. The intended murderer has very kindly told us the motive. And that automatically establishes that there’s no motive for killing anyone else. I’ll admit that the attack on Lissa last night is pretty confusing, and I just haven’t got any theories about it yet that I’d want to bet on, but I still know damn well that nobody except Freddie is going to be in much danger unless they accidentally find out who the murderer is, and personally I’m not going to starve myself until that happens.”
He proved it by taking a healthy sip from the glass of tomato juice which Angelo set in front of him, and a couple of minutes later he was carving into his ham and eggs with healthy enthusiasm.
The girl watched him moodily.
“Anyway,” she said, “I never can eat anything much for breakfast. I have to watch my figure.”
“It looks very nice to me,” he said, and was able to say it without the slightest effort.