He bent forward with his sound elbow on his knee, covering his eyes as if to hide their reminiscent horror.
"There had been an accident?"
"She ran your car off the road at a turn and over a low cliff to a rocky beach. Must have been killed instantly. If so, it was a mercy, for nobody had noticed the wreck till a few minutes before we turned up. I happened to catch sight of the crowd on the beach and made my chauffeur stop...."
He didn't look up, and neither spoke again till the maid returned. Then Lucinda made another pretext to get rid of her for another while, apparently to her considerable annoyance.
"How much does she know?" Bellamy asked, as the woman took herself off with an aggrieved flounce.
"There's been nothing for her to know, Bel," Lucinda returned without resentment.
"I didn't mean ... I was merely wondering if she knew where you were expecting to dine last night. She must have helped you dress."
"I don't recall saying...."
"Better give her a good present and make her understand a tight mouth pays."
"Very well."