夜雨聆风happy day. The birthday party—and the special cake….”
“Delicious Death,” said Phillipa with a shudder.
“Yes—yes, it was rather like that … she tried to give her friend a deli-cious death … The party, and all the things she liked to eat, and trying tostop people saying things to upset her. And then the tablets, whatever theywere, in the aspirin bottle by her own bed so that Bunny, when shecouldn’t find the new bottle of aspirin she’d just bought, would go there toget some. And it would look, as it did look, that the tablets had been meantfor Letitia. …
“And so Bunny died in her sleep, quite happily, and Charlotte felt safeagain. But she missed Dora Bunner—she missed her affection and her loy-alty, she missed being able to talk to her about the old days … She criedbitterly the day I came up with that note from Julian—and her grief wasquite genuine. She’d killed her own dear friend….”
“That’s horrible,” said Bunch. “Horrible.”
