"He doesn't think as you do." "You believe he's a genius," snarled the other.
"You know he is." "I'll go and find him." She nodded.

"I wish you luck," she said, but there was no conviction in her tone.

Truth was, she did not wish him luck in this.

She watched him leave by the French window and stride across the lawn.

A strange, troubled expression was in her face.
"They can't pull it off together," she said to herself, and Carnac is too full of independence.