"So you're going through with it tonight," he said heavily, "in your own way." "Yes." "Perhaps I should stop you." He crushed out his cigarette. "If the police were to hear—" "No!" The word was thrown at him. "I know you don't mean that. But it's unworthy of you even to say it." She covered her face with nervous hands. "After all I am your wife." He stood over her, his lips tight. There was something of the fragile, finely made puppet about her, he thought, as though she had been refashioned a h