“This has gone far enough,” Willet said, and advanced into the room. “Sit down,” he went on to me. “I want to talk to you. And you sit down, too.” This to Maureen.
I sat down, but she didn’t. She stood motionless, staring at Willet, her sharp little teeth gnawing at her thumb.
“Sit down!” he said, and turned the gun on her. “You’re as crazy as your mother. It’s time you were put under control.”
She smiled then, and wandered over to the armchair in which her bag had been lying. She sat down and crossed her lees and went on biting her thumb.
Willet stood in front of the empty fireplace. He held the gun level with his waist and pointing between Maureen and me. There was a gaunt, worried look about his face, and his eyes kept shifting from her to me.
“Where’s Janet?” he asked.
As Maureen didn’t say anything, I jerked my thumb to the door opposite the casement window.
“She says she’s in there.”
“Is she all right?”
“As far as I know.”