"Why must you know?" he asked.
"Why?" It took her aback. "To know! To understand—"
"Do you want to be reassured the murderer won't strike at you next? I hardly think you need fear that."
"Of course not!" she flared. "I want to know so the world can make some sense again."
"That's too metaphysical to be true," he said.
Briefly, she shivered with tension. Then, leaning back, she picked up her whisky glass and sipped of it and asked coldly:
"Where did you go last night after you left the Michaelis place?"
"Home," he said.
"Guido was badly shaken today. He hadn't slept at all, I could see that in the morning. He stayed around the apartment like a hurt animal. I know him, he's terrified." Corinna spat as if at an enemy: "What did you do to him?"
"Nothing!" said Kintyre.