When I wean there, I didn’t believe this story, but now I’m not so sure. If I don’t find him first. If he didn’t, there’s still time.’
Kathy looked towards the hotel door. Her face was white.
‘What do I do? She said very quietly.
I dropped her keys in to a box of cigars. In a moment her long fingers hed taken them and hidden them.
‘white you get home, you find him. You don’t know
anything. Don’t talk about the pearls, don’t talk about me. When they find our he’s an ex-con, they’ll think it was something from his past.’
I opened the packet of cigarettes and lit one. I watched Kathy, but she didn’t move.
‘Can you do it?’ I asked. ‘If you can’t, tell me now.’
‘Of course I can do it,’ she said. ‘Do I look like the kind of person who could do the with an iron?.
‘You married a crook,’ I said.
‘He isn’t a crook!’ she answered, her face turning pink.
‘He’s just a bit stupid sometimes. Nobody thinks the worse of me because of him.’
‘All right. It’s not our murder, after all. And if we say anything now,we’ll never get any of that reward-if there ever is one.’