Her mouth hung a little open; her eyes were empty. A bewildered shake of her head came next, and then, starting to rub her forehead with the knuckles of one clenched fist, she found a few words. “Aunt Nelia, Roger—Roger’s been——” “Where’s Vanessa, Eve?” “Aunt Nelia, Roger’s been murdered.” “I’ve heard.” On heavy feet the squat, stern-looking woman came into the room and closed the door behind her. “There’s no need for me to say anything. There’s nothing to be said. But where’s Vanessa, Eve?” “Isn’t she with you?” “She is not.” “But——” Eve looked at Toby helplessly. “I telephoned.” He reminded her: “You didn’t get through.” “No—no, of course not. I was forgetting. I’ve such a cloud in my mind. I took for granted… But if she isn’t with you, Aunt Nelia, where is she?”
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