Chapters (32)
- Title Page
- Acknowledgements
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
“His mother’s Argentine English. Between the two families they own half of Argentina. Not a bad catch at all.”
“Are you angling yourself or are you telling me to cast my line?” I whispered.
She smiled. “Haven’t decided yet, so feel free. My theory is always that all is fair in love and war.” Again I wondered if she was referring to Darcy.
“So where did you meet Darcy?” I couldn’t help asking. “Was it at the party last night?”
“What?” she appeared distracted. “Darcy? Oh, yes. He was there. He may be a little too wicked for you, Georgie, but I can tell you that he’s certainly still interested. He asked a million questions.”
“About what?”
“Oh, this and that. Of course everyone was speculating about the murder. They were all on your side, by the way. Nobody in the room could believe that Binky could drown anyone in a bathtub.”
“Did they have any theories on who might have done the drowning?”
“None at all. But I can tell you that de Mauxville was not the most popular man in the world. Everyone agreed that he cheated at cards and did not behave like a gentleman. So I think it’s safe to say he had his share of enemies.”
“No suggestion as to who they might be?”
“If you mean did anyone own up to the murder, the answer is no. The murderer could be quite outside of our set. If de Mauxville has criminal connections it could be a falling-out of thieves.”
“Goodness, I hadn’t thought of that,” I said. “But we’d have no way of checking up on criminals.”
“Everyone got a glass in their hands?” Eduardo called. “Right-o. Take a seat and hold on tight so that we can cast off.”
“Let’s sit here, on the side, so that we’ll get the heavenly breeze in our faces,” Belinda said, hoisting herself up onto the rim of the boat with her feet on the teak seat. I followed suit. “I’m sure we’ll be going very fast, if I know Eduardo. He also drives racing cars, and he flies.”
“Like Peter Pan?”
She laughed. “A plane, darling. A dear, dinky little plane. He’s promised to take me up sometime.”
As if on cue a motor roared to life, making the whole boat throb with power.