Chapters (25)
- Cover Page
- Dedication
- The Characters in the Tale
- CHAPTER 1Prologue at Sea
- CHAPTER 2Five Letters
- CHAPTER 3Class Assembles
- CHAPTER 4Case for Mr Alleyn
- CHAPTER 5Routine
- CHAPTER 6Sidelight on Sonia
- CHAPTER 7Alibi for Troy
- CHAPTER 8Sidelights on Garcia
- CHAPTER 9Phillida Lee and Watt Hatchett
- CHAPTER 10Weekend of an Engaged Couple
- CHAPTER 11Ormerin’s Nerves and Sonia’s Correspondence
- CHAPTER 12Malmsley on Pleasure
- CHAPTER 13Upstairs
- CHAPTER 14Evidence from a Twig
- CHAPTER 15Lady of the Ensemble
- CHAPTER 16Back to the Yard
- CHAPTER 17The Man at the Table
- CHAPTER 18One of Five
- CHAPTER 19Alleyn Makes a Pilgrimage
- CHAPTER 20Arrest
- CHAPTER 21Epilogue in a Garden
- About the Publisher
He thought she was very stiff with him and supposed she resented the very sight of himself and everything he stood for. It did not occur to Alleyn that his refusal to answer that friendly grin had sent up all Troy’s defences. Where women were concerned he was, perhaps, unusually intelligent and intuitive, but the whole of this case is coloured by his extraordinary wrong-headedness over Troy’s attitude towards himself. He afterwards told Nigel Bathgate that he was quite unable to bring Troy into focus with the case. To Troy it seemed that he treated her with an official detachment that was a direct refusal to acknowledge any former friendliness. She told herself, with a sick feeling of shame, that he had probably thought she pursued him in the ship. He had consented to sit for her, with a secret conviction that she hoped it might lead to a flirtation. ‘Or,’ thought Troy, deliberately jabbing at the nerve, ‘he probably decided I was fishing for a sale.’
Now, on this first evening at Tatler’s End House, they treated each other to displays of frigid courtesy. Troy, summoning her wits, began an account of her weekend activities.
‘I came up to the house, washed, changed and lunched. After lunch, as far as I remember, Katti and I sat in here and smoked. Then we went round to the garage, got the car, and drove up to our club in London. It’s the United Arts. We got there about four o’clock, had tea with some people we ran into in the club, shopped for an hour afterwards, and got back to the club about six, I should think. I bathed, changed and met Katti in the lounge. We had a cocktail and then dined with the Arthur Jayneses. It was a party of six. He’s president of the Phoenix Group. From there we all went to the private view. We supped at the Hungaria with the Jayneses. I got back to the club somewhere round two o’clock. On Saturday I had my hair done at Cattcherly’s in Bond Street. Katti and I had another look at the show. I lunched early at the Ritz with a man called John Bellasca. Then I picked Katti up at the club and we got back here about three.’
‘Did you go down to the studio?’