Chapter 33: A Flash of Lightning

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​⁠“Jim,” said Barry miserably, “what else can I do?”

“Well,” Jim replied, thoughtfully rapping on the café table to attract the waiter’s attention, “you can order another half bottle of this very good wine, and then perhaps ideas may come.”

The order given:

“It’s Kismet,” Barry went on. “If she had confessed to murder I should still have wanted her! In fact, mad as it may seem, I love her better, now,