She was disinclined to think that he had killed himself, he wasn’t the type, his sense of self-importance was too great. “Hitler killed himself,” Karen Warner said. “He was what you might call self-important.” She was standing in front of Louise’s desk, eating a prawn sandwich from Marks & Spencer that was making Louise feel nauseous. “Napoleon didn’t,” Louise said. “Stalin didn’t, Pol Pot, Idi Amin, Genghis Khan, Alexander, Caesar. Let’s face it, Hitler was the exception to the rule.” “My, you’re in a mood,” Karen said. “No, I’m not.”
