“I don’t – understand what you are trying to say to me.”
“I think you do. You have gone through life up until now, Nevada, giving orders to people who have had to obey you because you paid them. What I intend to find out is if you have anything to give a man or a woman except your money.”
Vaguely at the back of her mind Nevada felt she had heard these words before. Then she remembered what she had said to David in the garden on the night of Tyrone Strome’s arrival.
“You were listening!” she said accusingly. “I might have guessed what happened. You were listening in your room and David and I were below you in the garden.”
“Yes, I was listening,” Tyrone Strome admitted, “and I have never in my life heard a woman of any age so unpleasant, so unfeeling to a man whose only sin was that he w
