‘Have you written to Ellis’ people yet? This sort of thing’ – tapping the public letter – ‘is easy enough: anyone can do this. But I do not envy you the other. What I shall say myself I don’t know…’ Biting the joint of his thumb he darted a furious look from under his eyebrows, and Jack had a moral certainty that the financial setback, misfortune, disaster, or whatever it was, affected him far more than the debauching of his wife.
Jesus, but Harte is a suppurating arsehole. Well done Jackie.
