suppose you’re going to tell me that your boyfriend will avenge you?” he asked, hopefully it seemed to me. “No, I don’t think so. At least, I asked him not to.” “And what was his reply to that?” “I don’t know.” It was strangely easy to converse with this genteel hunter. “I left him a letter.” “How romantic, a last letter. And do you think he will honor it?” His voice was just a little harder now, a hint of sarcasm marring his polite tone. “I hope so.”
