I’d better see how my daughter is,’ he said, more to himself than to us. ‘This wait is very hard on her.’ At the door he paused, looked back at me. ‘A man who marries a woman for her money is always worthy of contempt, Mr. Malloy.’
He went out of the room, and we listened to his footsteps on the stairs.
Kerman made a grimace.
‘Did he marry her for her money?’ he asked in a whisper.
‘I don’t know.’ I jerked my thumb at the clock. ‘Five minutes overdue.’
‘Doesn’t look very healthy, does it?’
There’s nothing we can do except wait. I swung my legs up on the settee. ‘I like that girl. Maybe she is a little over-rich and probably spoilt, but she’s got a tender heart.’
Kerman grunted.
‘I like ’em hard and shiny,’ he said, and closed his eyes.
Minutes ticked by. We began to doze. We finally slept.