“Except his parents and his clients,” murmured Mr Campion tactlessly.
“Oh? Had he got people?” Georgia was both startled and contrite. “He was over thirty. I never thought of him as being someone’s child. How disgustingly selfish of me! But I was so, so terribly in love. Well, Ray saw it was Richard, and the awful woman, who was sick at the sight of the body and couldn’t look at it, insisted that it was her husband, and so Ray didn’t interfere. I think it was rather nice of him. He told me the whole story and even took me to see the woman, who had some dreadful little hovel in Hackney. She convinced me utterly.”
“That it was her husband?”
“No, of course not. She convinced me that she had persuaded herself that it was. She was unbelievable. I sympathised with the wretched man in Canada.
