“Rich men aren't always so keen on marriage, Tony.”
“No, I daresay they aren't. But I think myself that she's making up to Roger in the hope of getting him to give Kenneth a large allowance. Not that Kenneth would accept it, because he wouldn't.”
“Kenneth seems to be taking this pretty badly,” Giles said. “Yet I shouldn't have said that he cared much about money.”
“He doesn't, but of course he is rather hard-up at the moment, and after thinking you're next door to being a millionaire, it must be fairly sickening to find you're just as poor as you always were.” She got up, and fastened his leash to Bill's collar. “I'd better go, I suppose. Do you know, Giles, I'm almost beginning to wish Arnold hadn't been murdered?”
“Tony, you're atrocious!”
“Well, it did look good at first, you must admit. Only now we all seem to be in a mess over it, and everything's rather wearing. I'm glad we've got you. You're about the only dependable thing we have got.”
“Thank you, Tony,” he said, smiling a little.
“And I'm glad we've definitely buried the hatchet. I like you, Giles.”
“Think again,” he said.
She frowned. “Why? Don't you believe me?”