Page 15 of Murder on the SS Leviathan
They had lain asleep while the senhora had been choking her last breath.
So close by, yet aware of nothing.
Their contact had been fleeting, and Cecile had felt no kinship the night before. Were she honest, the only feeling stirred had been jealousy—for the attention Mr. Robinson had shown the beautiful woman, travelling alone.
Had that same interest taken him from his bed to that of the senhora?
The thought came so abruptly, Cecile grasped Lucrezia for support.
‘Cara,what is it?’ Lucrezia’s eyes grew wide. ‘You know something?’
‘No. No. Nothing.’ Cecile relaxed her hold upon her friend’s arm. ‘Only, this has made me a little faint.’
‘Then we go inside.’ Without delay, Lucrezia drew her towards the drawing room, where tea and coffee would be served. ‘A hot drink, yes? And you will be revived,piccola. The men, they will join us in a moment.’
Nodding, Cecile allowed herself to be led away.
She wished to be anywhere but here, but she would not put this from her mind. Not until she discovered what had truly happened.
