“Oh no, I don't! You can't pretend that you think it would be a good thing for Tony to marry that sickening lizard. Besides, Murgatroyd doesn't like him.”
“Mr Carrington,” said Violet suddenly, “what did you think of his story?”
He glanced down at her. “Nothing much. I've heard more improbable ones.”
“Somehow I don't like him,” she said. “And if he really had nothing to do with it why didn't he call for help?”
“Panic, Miss Williams.”
She looked rather contemptuous. “Yes, I suppose so. Personally I've no use for people who lose their heads in emergencies. Do you want to talk privately with Kenneth?”
“Lord, no!” said Kenneth. “It's only about money. How much can I have, Giles?”
“I'll lend you what you want for your immediate needs,” replied Giles.
“Are you trying to put the wind up me?” demanded Kenneth. “Has anything gone wrong with the Will?”
“No, nothing at all,” said Giles. “But apart from the fact that it wouldn't look too well for you to draw on the estate within three days of Arnold's death, there's a little formality to be attended to before the executors will advance you any money. We must prove Roger's death.”