Simon was certainly drunk.
"That was very rude of me, wasn't it?" he said like a pleased child. "But I enjoy being rude. I'm behaving very badly to-night, aren't I? I seem to be slipping. Have a drink."
"I've got one."
"You don't like me, do you?" He looked pleased by Brat's dislike.
"Not much."
"Why not?"
"I suppose because you are the only one who doesn't believe that I am Patrick."
"You mean, don't you, that I'm the only one who knows you're not?"
There was a long silence while Brat searched the shining eyes with their odd dark rim.
"You killed him," he said, suddenly sure of it.