“Cynthia, knocked unconscious by two of Edith’s blue sleeping-pills on top of several of her own pale-green tranquillisers—not to mention the brandy—lay now like the dead. Darling Desmond’s putative attitude to the situation (surely one not quite up his street?) had been gone through exhaustively, and the other-worldly revelations he came up with (that what must be must be, and that these things are sent to try us) had been given due weight. Imogen’s thoughts were now revolving round more practi...cal possibilities: like who had been forging Ivor’s handwriting, and why? Because forgery, of course, must be the explanation. She was ashamed, now, of having screamed. For one thing, it put her into a category wherein Edith’s ministrations became unavoidable: and for another, she hated the feeling of having lost her head and made a fool of herself. After the first, unreasoning panic was over, she’d gone back to the study, and had examined the drawer carefully, looking for clues.MoreLessRead More Read Less
You can download books for free in various formats, such as epub, pdf, azw, mobi, txt and others on book networks site. Additionally, the entire text is available for online reading through our e-reader. Our site is not responsible for the performance of third-party products (sites).
User Reviews: