I turned quickly.
Manfred Willet stood in the open casement doorway. He had an automatic in his hand and it was pointed at me.
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Maureen cried shrilly. “You fool! Why didn’t you wait? He was going to do it! You stupid, brainless fool!”
Willet’s cold eyes shifted from me to her.
“Of course he wasn’t going to do it,” he said curtly. “He wanted your gun. Now, be quiet, and let me handle this.”
She stiffened and swung round on me. There was a feverish glitter in her dark eyes.
“Weren’t you going to do it?” she demanded. “Weren’t you?”
I shook my head.
“No,” I said, and smiled at her.