Ray had murdered him, fought with him, perhaps, but killed him.

What would she say if she knew?
Would his hands be clean to her, or would the horror rise up like a red wall between them?
"Will you take coffee, sir ?" I set my teeth and turned slowly round.

I even took the cup from the tray without spilling it.
"What liqueur may I bring you, sir ?" the man asked.
"Brandy," I answered.
In a few minutes I was laughing at myself, not quite naturally, perhaps, but only I could know that.

I was getting to be a morbid, nervous person.

It was the solitude! I must get away from it all before long.
Fate had been playing strange tricks with me.