Sup With The Devil. Sara Craven

He looked at her almost blankly, then recovered. ‘No, of course not. I thought when you saw him last there’d been an improvement.’

      ‘A slight one,’ she admitted. ‘But that doesn’t mean much at all, apparently. Well, what is it, then?’

      He sat down. He said hoarsely, ‘I—I rang Monty. I thought he should know about Devereux being in the area, and what I suspected.’ He swallowed. ‘He wasn’t pleased.’