"I knew Hanning fairly well, but I never met his wife. He spoke of her, but I gathered she was ... difficult." A fleeting humor crossed his face and vanished. "They quarreled rather often. I have no idea what to say to her. I don't know if I am being arrogant putting myself to this test. I want to prove to myself that I can do it." He shrugged. "And I shall expect Hester to pick up the pieces if I can't... for me and for Perdita. I can see that you care for Hester." He disregarded Monk's sudden discomfort. "It might be a kindness if you would stay—even if it is an imposition...." He watched Monk very steadily. He would not ask, because it would be embarrassing if Monk refused.

Monk did not respond at once. Was his feeling for Hester so transparent? It was friendship, not romantic love. Did Gabriel understand that? Perhaps he should explain? But what words should he use to avoid giving the wrong impression?

"Of course," he agreed at last, relaxing back into the chair. "We have been friends for some time—several years, hi fact."

Gabriel smiled and his eyes widened very slightly.

Damn it, there was nothing amusing in that! "She has a good observation of people, and has been of considerable help to me in several of my cases," he added.

"She is a most remarkable woman," Gabriel agreed. "I find her easier to talk to than anyone else I can think of, even other men who have experienced the same battles and sieges I have."

"Do you!" Monk was stung. Gabriel had only just met her. How could he compare his friendship with her, his dependence, in the same breath with Monk's? Monk was about to make a remark about her professional skills when he realized how rude it would be—and how gratuitously cruel. And an incredible self-knowledge brought the blood to his cheeks. It was prompted by jealousy!

He was startled to hear a sound in the doorway and see Hester standing there. She was wearing blue-gray, the same dress she usually wore when on duty, or one so like it he saw no difference. Actually, he generally took very little notice of what she wore.

She looked at Gabriel with a question in her face, but she did not speak. She hesitated a moment, then accepted his decision and turned to go back and bring Mrs. Hanning.

Gabriel and Monk waited in silence. The clock ticked on the mantel shelf, and the sunlight shone in fitful patterns through the window onto the carpet. A gust of wind billowed the curtains for a moment, then they settled again. It had carried in the scent of blossoms and earth.