"Some letters on the correspondence page, that is all."
"All anti, I suppose."
"I'm afraid so. I shall bring a copy out tomorrow morning when I bring the groceries, and you can see it for yourselves."
"I'm afraid we are taking up a great deal of your time."
"This has become a personal matter with me," he said.
"Personal?" She sounded doubtful.
"The one ambition of my life is to discredit Betty Kane."
"Oh; oh, I see." Her voice sounded half relieved, half-could it be? — disappointed. "Well, we shall look forward to seeing you tomorrow."
But she was to see him long before that.
He went to bed early, but lay long awake; rehearsing a telephone conversation that he planned to have with Kevin Macdermott; considering different approaches to the problem of X; wondering if Marion was asleep, in that silent old house, or lying awake listening for sounds.