Page 106 of Murder in a Mayfair Flat

“Safe home, St George. We’ll see you for the inquest, I suppose.”

“And if not,” Christopher added, “there’s always Francis’s big birthday bash next month.”

“The big three-zero.” Crispin smirked. “I’ll be there.”

“So will we all.” I turned to Tom. “I’m sure Francis—and Aunt Roz and Uncle Herbert—would be delighted to see you, Tom. For something other than a murder investigation for a change.”

Tom nodded. But?—

“Careful, Darling,” Crispin said, “or you’ll jinx things.”

I rolled my eyes and headed for the door. “Don’t be silly, St George. It’s a birthday celebration at Beckwith Place. What could possibly go wrong?”

“Famous last words,” Crispin muttered, and bowed me out the door.