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promising me that she would write it!
After all our get-together and my plans for when this endless thing finally comes to an end. I had even talked to Jacques about clothes! And now she decides that she must write one of her awful little detective stories. She says she must write it while it is fresh whatever that is.'
He listened to Marta's grieving with sympathy ? good plays were the scarcest commodity in the world and good playwrights worth their weight in platinum - but it was like watching something through a window. The fifteenth century was more actual to him this morning than any on-goings in Shaftesbury Avenue.
'I don't suppose it will take her long to write her detective book,' he said comfortingly.
'Oh, no. She does them in six weeks or so. But now that she's off the chain how do I know that I'll ever get her on again? Tony Savilla wants her to write a Marlborough play for him, and you know what Tony is when he sets his heart on something. He'd talk the pigeons off the Admiralty Arch.'
She came back to the Attainder problem, briefly, before she took her leave.
'There's sure to be some explanation, my dear,' she said from the door.
Of course there's an explanation, he wanted to shout after her, but what is it?