She giggled. It was a grating sound that made George’s nerves recoil. “They’re out there waiting for me,” she said, jerking her head towards the window. “And then you turn up.”
He suddenly realized that she was terrified, but her pride, her arrogance were holding her terror in check.
“Emily?” he asked, a little startled. “They killed him You know that, don’t you?”
She wandered across the room, pounding her clenched fists together.
“Clever George,” she said. “How did you find that out? No one was supposed to know.”
Her jeering voice stung him. “Sydney planned Crispin’s death, didn’t he?” he said, standing over her. “Sydney and you. You wanted to push it on to me.”
She looked up at him. "We have pushed it on to you,” she said, and giggled again. Had he any understanding, he would have seen she was close to complete nervous collapse. “But they want us, too.”
He took hold of her by her shoulders and shook her, snapping her head hack, startling her.
“Sit down,” he said, pushing her onto the divan. “It’s nothing to giggle about. You’re going to talk. You’re going to tell me everything.”
“Don’t do that!” she said, suddenly angry. Her eyes flashed and she shifted away from him “Keep your paws to yourself.”