“I have been working and scheming for nearly a year to do it,” she said, with a hardening of her face that spoke of indomitable resolve. “Now, it's done.” A vindictive gleam shot from her violet eyes as she added: “It's only the beginning, too.”
Garson, with the keen perspicacity that had made him a successful criminal without a single conviction to mar his record, had seized the implication in her statement, and now put it in words.
“Then, you won't leave us? We're going on as we were before?” The hint of dejection in his manner had vanished. “And you won't live with him?”
“Live with him?” Mary exclaimed emphatically. “Certainly not!”
Aggie's neatly rounded jaw dropped in a gape of surprise that was most unladylike.
“You are going to live on in this joint with us?” she questioned, aghast.
“Of course.” The reply was given with the utmost of certainty.
Aggie presented the crux of the matter.
“Where will hubby live?”
There was no lessening of the bride's composure as she replied, with a little shrug.