I said as he released my shoulders, blinking at me in the dim light through his big glasses. He looked more owlish than ever. “How did you get here? Where did you come from? I thought you had gone to the station with the police.” “Willem came for me. He brought a lawyer. They arranged my release until the inquest. I will have to return then, but since I am staying on in Africa for a while after the tour anyway; that’s not a problem. They all say I’ll be fine because everyone knows it was a horrible accident. They just drove me back, after the police took my statement about ... about Mabel.” His face looked so sorrowful. “I’ll never get over causing her death,” he said, with a catch in his voice, “I didn’t mean to—” “We all know that, George,” I said, cutting him off, not wanting to hear his sad apology. I felt so bad for him. I knew he must be in agony over what he had done. “No one is blaming you, George,”
