“What woman?”
“The man’s employer. She had set him on to it.”
“Who?”
“This blackmailing person.”
The “us” tightened Gabriel’s thin lips and hardened his deep-set eyes. Had they been alone he might have remembered what Margaret must have suffered, what a dreadful thing this visit must have been to her. As it was, and for the moment, he thought of nothing but of Peter Kennedy’s intervention, interference.
“Why did you see her?” he asked Margaret.
“I thought she came from Anne,” she faltered.
“From Anne!”
“She is the Christian Science woman,” Peter explained.
And now indeed the full force of the blow struck him.