Marged said. She seemed very restive. Her face was flushed and her pupils dilated. She took several deep breaths, seemingly struggling with something. “Time for what?” I asked. “I suppose it’s only fair to warn you.” She turned her face toward me and subjected me yet again to one of her piercing blue stares. “Dr. McTavish—” she began. Then she seemed at a loss for words. I waited quietly for her to continue. “Dr. McTavish always blamed himself for his wife’s death. He thought that Perdita might be able to connect him to her.” She looked at me with great appeal in her eyes, almost as if she were begging me to understand and forgive her for…something. “I didn’t know that it would be so hard on him. He was quite elderly at the time.” Marged looked away, and I caught the dim glimmer of tears in her eyes. I asked her to please explain.
