“Great. Was there a moment when you feared a seizure might come?”
“No. At first, I was anxious, but then I enjoyed myself.”
“Excellent.” Oliver nodded, scribbling on a page. “I’m afraid Miss Winkworth didn’t fully enjoy herself at the end.”
He straightened. “What do you mean?”
Oliver slid the notepad into his pocket. “Well, I caught a bit of an odd conversation between Miss Winkworth and your uncle. She was waiting for her carriage when he walked straight to her, meaning business. They chatted with quick words. She looked upset. I didn’t hear the whole exchange, but I’m sure your uncle told her that her payment was overdue, that they had a deal, and she had to honour it. After that, she left, visibly bothered.”
“A payment.” Perry scratched his chin.
“She replied they didn’t have any deal, to which he said he couldforceher.”
“What the hell did he mean?”
Oliver shrugged. “Don’t need to worry. If she needs money to pay your uncle, you’re going to help her, aren’t you?”
Of course he would.
