He jerked, expecting the shotgun blast. Its sort of hard to go bar-hopping when youve got a couple of broken legs, Annie. She would find them if she took it into her head to turn the mattress, he supposed, but that was a chance he was prepared to take. Her rejection of what he had written would be easier to bear if he could blame it on the pain, but the truth was that the pain had finally begun to subside a little.
Work, she said, would hurt him.
"No,he said immediately when he saw the tired yellow cellar-light gleam on the hypodermic needle. Soames ran shrieking from the cemetery, ran all the way into Storpings high street — a run of nearly a mile and a quarter — and reported her news to the barber, who was also the local constable.