Gay shivered. She didn’t want to talk about Mr. Brewster-who was Mr. Zero-who was dead. She said rather faintly,
“How did he know?”
“Carstairs told him. Beautifully simple-isn’t it? Carstairs approved of Brewster. He didn’t approve of me, chiefly because I’m Monty’s cousin and his Roman soul abhors the thought of family interest. Therefore he was quite sure that if anyone was playing the fool it must be me. Very hot on the trail was Carstairs, and he never said a word about having told Brewster that the memorandum had come and that Monty was taking it to Wellings until Brewster had blown his brains out and he couldn’t go on approving of him any more. Mind you, he really did think I’d taken the damned thing. He’s vindictive, but he’s honest. And now I step into Brewster’s shoes, and he’ll never cease regretting him.”
Sylvia shut the vanity case with which she had been busy. She had taken off her hat and her hair shone like pale gold. There were faint shadows under her lovely eyes. Her delicate pallor was unstained by rouge, but she had touched her lips with coral. She said,
“I suppose you really are engaged?”
A little flame burned in Gay’s cheeks.
“I’ve been telling you so about twenty times a day ever since it happened.”
“I know, darling, but people do say these things-don’t they?”
Algy looked across at her with a sparkle in his eye.
“We have Monty’s blessing, I have written to all my relations, we have cabled the glad news to Gay’s parents, Aunt Agatha is in process of being de-iced, and there will be an announcement in the Times tomorrow. If there is anything else you can suggest-”
Sylvia smiled a little vaguely. Algy sometimes made her feel as if he was laughing at her, and she found that rather confusing, because there was nothing to laugh at. She began to think about what she would wear at the wedding. Not black-but they mustn’t get married too soon. She said in a plaintive voice,
“How long will it be before I can come to your wedding? I mean, I wouldn’t like to do anything that wasn’t right. I mean, poor Francis-well, you know what I mean.”
Patricia Wentworth
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Born in Mussoorie, India, in 1878, Patricia Wentworth was the daughter of an English general. Educated in England, she returned to India, where she began to write and was first published. She married, but in 1906 was left a widow with four children, and returned again to England where she resumed her writing, this time to earn a living for herself and her family. She married again in 1920 and lived in Surrey until her death in 1961.
Miss Wentworth’s early works were mainly historical fiction, and her first mystery, published in 1923, was The Astonishing Adventure of Jane Smith. In 1928 she wrote The Case Is Closed and gave birth to her most enduring creation, Miss Maud Silver.
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