a crazy jigsaw in his head. And he realized that it had to be crazy because just suppose, suppose for the sake of argument, that all these jumbled ideas spelled out the truth.
Who on earth could be the father of Helen McMahonâs child if it were not her husband?
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Martin heard footsteps on the stairs. He got up and came to the sitting room door. âHelen?â
âYes, love.â
âI was looking for you, did you hear about poor Billy Sullivan?â
âYes, Dan told me. I suppose itâs a blessing in a way, he was never going to get better.â
âShould we go in, do you think?â Martin was always a good neighbor.
âNo, Kathleenâs not there, only the two lads. I called on my way back.â
âYou were out lateâ¦â
âI was just walking, itâs a lovely night. They say their mother went down to Sister Madeleine. That was a good idea, she always knows what to say.â
âWere you in the hotel, then?â
Helen looked surprised. âLord, no. What would I go in there for?â
âYou said Dan told you about Billy Sullivan.â
âDoesnât Dan stand there at the door, telling the dogs in the street bits of informationâ¦. No, I told you, I was walking. Down by the lake.â
âWhy do you want to walk by yourselfâwhy wonât you let me walk with you?â
âYou know why. I want to think.â
âBut what is there to think about?â He looked blank, bewildered.
âThereâs so much to think about that my mind is overflowingâ¦â
âAnd are they good, the things you think about?â He sounded almost fearful of the answer, as if he regretted asking.
âWe must talkâ¦we have to talkâ¦â Helen looked to the door as if to see were they out of earshot.
Martin was alarmed. âThereâs nothing to talk aboutâI just wanted to know were you happy, thatâs all.â
Helen sighed. A heavy sigh. âOh Martin, how many times have I told you. I was neither happy nor unhappy, there was nothing you could have doneâit would have been like asking you to change the weatherâ¦.â
His looked at her, crestfallen. His face showed that he knew he should not have asked.
âBut itâs all different now, itâs all changed. And we have always been honest with each otherâthatâs more than many other couples.â She spoke as if giving him crumbs of comfort.
âMore than that, surely?â His voice was full of hope.
âOf course more than thatâbut because I never lied to you, I would always tell you if there was something important.â
Martin moved away, putting up his hands as if to ward off any explanation that she was about to begin. Her face was agonized. He was unable to bear it.
âNo, my love, I was wrongâhavenât you every right to walk by yourself. By the lake, or anywhere. What am I doing cross-questioning you? Iâm turning into an old Mother Bernard before my time, thatâs what Iâm doing.â
âI want to tell you everythingâ¦.â Her face was empty.
âNow, hasnât enough happened tonight with that poor man across the road going to meet his makerââ
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Martinâ¦
â she interrupted.
But he wasnât going to talk. He took her hands and drew her across the room toward him. When she was right beside him he put his arms around her very tight. âI love you, Helen,â he said over and over into her hair.
And she murmured, âI know. I know, Martin, I know.â
Neither of them saw Kit in the shadow pass the door, wait for a moment, and then go on to her own room. She lay in bed without sleeping for a long time that night. She couldnât decide whether what she had seen was very good or very bad.
At least it didnât look as if her mother was wild and fancy free, or whatever Clio was constantly hinting