He pulled on a hooded gray sweatshirt and matching jogging pants. He’d take the stairs instead of the elevator. They’d be deserted now. If he did bump into anyone, they’d assume he was a health nut on his way to the deck for a last run at sea.

It took less than a minute. He reached the penthouse floor and listened. The steward’s station from which he’d stolen the key was around the bend in the corridor. There was no sign of life. The ten seconds he needed to get into the Exner suite and the ten to leave it and get back to the stairwell were his only vulnerable moments. Noiselessly he darted down the hall and slipped the key in the door of the Camelot Suite.

Nora Regan Reilly could not settle down. She moved, twisted, turned, plumped her pillow, sighed, sipped water from the glass on the night table. Beside her Luke was fast asleep.

Why was she so nervous? Ridiculous. She reminded herself that she always got antsy on the last night of a vacation. And it would be really fun to be with Regan. They were having brunch together at the Tavern on the Green in twelve hours. Only twelve hours more . . .

Chapter 63

OXFORD

IT HAD BEEN a long, long night. But Val at last was showing signs of unraveling. She kept glancing at her watch.

Why?

“Surely you don’t have an appointment?” Livingston asked. “Most people don’t get together before seven A.M.”

In the last three hours he’d questioned Val about the felony murder in Greece. They had repeatedly gone over the fact that Val had tried to detain Helen Carvelous from going back to the house for her prescription sunglasses. That was why the Greek police had absolutely believed that Val had helped set up the burglary. Also, whoever broke into the home obviously knew the combination of the bedroom safe. And Val was always in and out of there with the children when Helen Carvelous dressed to go out. Helen Carvelous, who could never remember the combination of her safe, kept it written down in her dresser. Mary V. Cook knew that. “It still makes you an accessory to murder,” Livingston reminded her. “Greek prisons are not attractive. You are now an accessory after the fact to Athena Popolous’s death. The moment Philip told you about discovering the body, it was your duty as a citizen to report it.”

She looked at her watch again. Beads of perspiration were forming on her forehead.

“Philip has told me he has no intention of marrying you. Frankly, I should think that wouldn’t disturb you too much. From what I hear about Cameron Hard wick, he must be more your type.”

“Philip and I are very much in love. Philip is understandably upset that I did not confide in him.”