his head thrown back and his large but soft chest thrown out. âI donât thinkâ¦â The expander twanged as his hands almost hit each other in front of him. ââ¦that we should risk doing the wrong thing until we know the local mores. âWhen in Romeâ¦ââ
âIâve brought you a newspaper.â
He threw the expander in a tangle on the bed. âWhy is it pink?â He took the newspaper from her.
âIâve no idea.â She kissed his cheek. âI think it means to be rather daring.â
Arthur was frowning at the Police Gazette and trying to get his wind back. âWhere did you get such a thing?â
She knew that tone, so she lied. âI found it in the lobby.â
He stared at the front page, opened it to the second, stared at page two, then started to stare at page three and quickly closed it. âIâm shocked that they would allow such a thing in a hotel of this reputation. I shall have a word with Carver.â He balled the Gazette in both fists and rather ostentatiously pushed it into a wastebasket.
âWho is Carver?â
âThe manager. His father built this place. Itâs all in the brochure.â
âOh, please donât say anything to him, Arthur.â
âWhy not?â
âWellâsuppose it had been left by one of the boys. Or that house detective. We might get someone into trouble.â
âServe them right.â He thrust his arms over his head and bent down to touch his toes, or almost so.
She sat on the bed and watched him. âArthur.â
âYes, my dove?â
âWhat does it mean when they say a woman has been âmutilatedâ? I know what the word means, of course, but only in a general way. This sounds to me like some sort of secret codeâthe kind of thing men say to each other when they donât want the rest of us to understand.â
âWhere did you hear such a thing?â
âIn that perfectly inoffensive paper you threw away. Thereâs been a murder.â
âSo I saw! Louisa, I forbid you to read such trash!â
âIt was the only thing to read.â
âWe have a perfectly good newspaper in the sitting room! The New York Times , quite a good newspaper, I believe.â
âBut I wasnât in the sitting room.â
He stopped trying to touch his toes. âLouisa, youâre being obdurate.â
âAnd youâre making mountains out of molehills! All I asked was, what does âmutilatedâ mean!â
They looked at each other. Like any couple who mean to make it work, they feared each otherâs anger, she his more than the other way aroundâuntil, that is, she got really angry. He looked into her eyes, she into his. He broke the contact. âI suppose it means that some atrocity was committed on the victimâs body. Such things canât be talked about in detail, dear.â
âYour Sherlock Holmes would talk about them.â
âOnly with Watson, because heâs a doctor, and a fictional invention shouldnât be taken as an example of how weâre meant to behave. Please do letâs drop the subject.â
He was standing now with his back to her, ready to start jumping up and down or something of the sort, but they could see each otherâs eyes in a mirror. She went to him and put her arms around him from behind. âI miss the children,â she said.
He put his hands over hers on his satisfyingly large abdomen. âSo do I. But weâre here, and we knew thereâd be a separation, and we shall see them again in six weeks. Eh?â
âI know.â She kissed the back of his shirt. âI shall leave you to your muscles.â
âDonât be ironical, Louisa.â
She repaired her costumeâmeaning mostly that she struggled into a corset without anybodyâs help, felt quite righteous for having done soâand selected a hat.
âIâm going to