Terror shook her in its teeth. She must get away from here. The coincidence of her presence at one murder might be explained away, not at a second. Not with Schein waiting to accuse her. Not with Blaike and his self-centered wisdom and his granite eyes. Not to little fear-ridden Popin.
Erm, the plot has left the realms of the unlikely and is now firmly in the grip of the ridiculous.
This may be my last Hughes.