Chapter 19: The Plot Again Thickens

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​‌⁠At the end of three more days Lionel was feeling a little ill-used. There was still no word from Beatrice, and the watching brief he held began to look like a permanency. A sinecure, you remark disparagingly, or (with an envious inflection) a soft job. Lionel had a roof above him, luxurious food, money in his pocket and a pretty hostess: he would be a churl who grumbled, a witless being who did no