Status Updates From Ordeal by Innocence

In Arthur Calgary’s fatigued brain the word seemed to dance on the wall in gigantic letters. Money! Money! Money! Like a motif in an opera.

[I've found my soundtrack by Abba !]

A line of French verse passed through his mind—how did it go. Venus toute entière à sa proie attaché…*. And that Mary he did not love. Behind the cold blue eyes of that Mary was a stranger—a stranger he did not know….

* Venus herself fastened to her prey.
From "Phèdre" (1677), act I, scene III by Jean Racine (1639-1699).

“We don’t bear malice, Dr. Calgary. After all, we do stand for Justice, don’t we?”
“So I’ve always believed, and shall continue to believe,” said Calgary. “To no man will we deny justice,” he murmured softly.
“Magna Carta,” said Superintendent Huish.

“The police are fairly sure that it wasn’t the work of an outsider, and the police are probably right.”
“But which of them?” said Calgary.
MacMaster shrugged his shoulders. “One simply doesn’t know.”