Lady Margaret ceased in mid-tirade to glare.

"Susan has just informed me of your visit," Fury added. "And yours, Lionel."

It was the way to address them, wasn't it? Boldly, as if she'd nothing to hide. And after all, now the cellar was empty, it would be a hard job proving anything.

"And so she should have." Lady Margaret's voice was bitter as lime rind, dipped in lemon juice and brine. "At ten o'clock in the day and you not even stirred. Pray tell me, are these ...