Chapter 13Simon followed Kennett’s angry back up the wide, coiled staircase. Even the set of the other man’s shoulders was sullen.
“This way, sir,” he said stiffly as they reached the landing, gesturing to a doorway ajar on the right. “It’s the room over the porch. So Dr Marks can hear if anyone needs her in the night.”
He stood, watching Simon.
Daring him to open the ladies’ bedroom and look inside.
“It’s my job,” Simon told him, swinging round to face him in a burst of controlled frustration. “Am I supposed to let the wrong person hang because of my sensibilities?”
Kennett blinked at him.
“No,” he said, after a moment. “But I don’t have to like it, do I?”
“I don’t like it, either,” Simon returned exhaustedly. His leg was still aching abominably and he was starting to flag. “But it
