He hated waking up and finding that Helen had already left for work. He couldn’t blame her, obviously, since it was already a quarter to ten, and he didn’t blame her. He just hated it, that’s all. He had had an awful night, and he was feeling awful now. It had been five o’clock before he’d finally got rid of that wretched girl, and even then he’d had to pay the minicab himself, as well as ringing it up and everything. She wouldn’t even do that for herself. Lying in bed now, his head thick with sleep and his usual morning lethargy heavy upon him, he began trying to piece together something of last night’s extraordinary events: what had been said, and by whom, and whose fault it all was. This last was something Martin always needed to know before he could get properly to grips with anything. Partly (he had to admit) it was his fault. He should have been more on his guard. He might have known, from her irritating and totally useless interview, that this Ruth Ledbetter was going to be a pain in the neck if she could possibly work out some way of being so.
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