‘What wil they do with him?’
‘I imagine he’l get ten years. Why should you care? He’ll be out of the way for some time,’ Gillis said, finished his drink and offered the glass to her. ‘Would you like to mix me another? And if you have a cigarette?’
She made another drink, gave it to him, and put a box of cigarettes where he could reach them. He lit up, stretched out his long legs and sighed contentedly.
‘This is the life, pet,’ he said. You’re lucky. You may not believe it, but I often wish I had been a girl.
I’d have enjoyed being some old fool’s kept darling.’
Eve shuddered, but she didn’t say anything.
‘By the way, did Preston tell you what happened at the shooting-lodge?’ Gil is asked, after a long pause.
‘He didn’t go into details,’ Eve said, looking down at her hands. ‘He said he hadn’t been successful.’
‘That’s rather an understatement,’ Gil is said. ‘The whole thing was a complete flop.’
She didn’t say anything or look at him,