Daniel Martin
“Barney was already primed when we met at the restaurant and if I’d had any sense I should have turned straight round and walked out before we spoke a word. He wore an appropriately wry and circumstantial grin as I approached, but his eyes said something else. We met for a chess-game and however many sacrifices he might make on the surface, his strategy was not to lose it: at least to fight on for a drawn match. I was warned at once. He would use any too obvious anger I showed. We were to play with English pieces.
Anthony’s death at least took care of the preliminaries. This was three days after the little heart-to-heart with Caro, and the suicide had been reported briefly in the national papers. There had been a short obituary in the Times; and of course Barney would have heard all about it from Caro herself. He was a good enough newspaperman to have guessed that a story lay behind the public facts, but he was preternaturally uninquiring there, I suspected on Caro’s advice. It must ha...ve been damned awful for me, he could imagine what a shock… we ordered, and he asked for another double gin and tonic.MoreLess
Anthony’s death at least took care of the preliminaries. This was three days after the little heart-to-heart with Caro, and the suicide had been reported briefly in the national papers. There had been a short obituary in the Times; and of course Barney would have heard all about it from Caro herself. He was a good enough newspaperman to have guessed that a story lay behind the public facts, but he was preternaturally uninquiring there, I suspected on Caro’s advice. It must ha...ve been damned awful for me, he could imagine what a shock… we ordered, and he asked for another double gin and tonic.MoreLess
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