Chapter 20

“Since Sheila Cavanagh and I met at Dunnamore Castle—a childish meeting which your wife had forgotten—we never had set eyes upon each other until that day in St. James’s Park. Despite the passage of years, I knew her again. How dare you—I repeat, sir, how dare you presume to deny me the privilege of your wife’s friendship!” Dillon’s expression changed again—to one of bewilderment. “Then,” he gasped, “you are not——” O’Hagan raised his head. “Let him rest in peace,” he said sternly. “He was an honourable man, unfortu…