He looked at his wife’s white head, which showed a faint shimmer of motion, a continuing tremor. He thought, she can’t bear much more. “This hint about Ambielli,” said Alan, “is a fairly promising clue. The best we have until we find Lynch himself. I was bound to do what I thought was wise. For Katherine’s sake. Yesterday you seemed completely paralyzed and helpless. If you had trusted me.” “I had,” Salisbury mumbled. “Don’t you see that I had?” “These men are discreet. They’ve done this sort of thing. You just don’t know, sir. I’ll take the responsibility.” Salisbury said, sharply, “You can’t ‘take the responsibility.’ That’s meaningless. That’s a word. Done, now,” he snapped. “Let’s hope they are as discreet as you think. Can you reach them?” “I can, shortly. That is, they know where I am.” One of them will call. But I don’t agree. We must go to the police, sir, and I think you must admit it. It’s beyond you, sir. I’m sorry.
