Eve brought him the drink and sat opposite him. Her face was white and strained, and she looked searchingly at him.
‘What has happened to Preston?’ she asked.
‘I’m afraid he’s in trouble,’ Gil is said. He drank some of the whisky. ‘Good stuff this.’ He leaned forward to read the label on the bottle. ‘I must get some for myself.’
‘Adam! What has happened to Preston?’
He looked at her, smiling.
‘I told you: he’s in trouble. I think it’s very unlikely you’l be bothered with him again.’
‘But what happened?’ Her voice was sharp-edged as she leaned forward. ‘Why is he in trouble?’
‘The police found out about the bracelet,’ he said, shrugging. ‘They arrested him about half an hour ago.’
‘Adam! You told them about it!’
‘As a matter of fact, I didn’t,’ Gil is lied. ‘I must admit I’ve been tempted to do so several times, but in view of what’s just happened, I’m glad I didn’t.’