George was also the perfect grandson-in-law. He paid a great deal of attention to Kate. She was eighty-one, chairman of the board of Kruger-Brent, Ltd., and a remarkably strong, vital woman. George saw to it that he and Alexandra dined with her once a week, and he telephoned the old woman every few days to chat with her. He was carefully building up the picture of a loving husband and caring grandson-in-law.
No one would ever suspect him of murdering two people he loved so much.
George Mellis’s sense of satisfaction was abruptly shattered by a telephone call from Dr. John Harley.
“I’ve made arrangements for you to see a psychiatrist. Dr. Peter Templeton.”
George made his voice warm and ingratiating. “That’s really not necessary any more, Dr. Harley. I think—”
“I don’t give a damn what you think. We have an agreement—I don’t report you to the police, and you consult a psychiatrist. If you wish to break that agree—”
“No, no,” George said hastily. “If that’s what you want, fine.”
“Dr. Templeton’s telephone number is five-five-five-three-one-six-one. He’s expecting your call. Today.” And Dr. Harley slammed down the receiver.
The damned busybody, George thought angrily. The last thing in the world he needed was to waste time with a shrink, but he could not risk Dr. Harley’s talking. He would call this Dr. Templeton, see him once or twice and that would be the end of it.
Eve telephoned George at the office. “I’m home.”
“Are you—?” He was afraid to ask. “All right?”
“Come and see for yourself. Tonight.”
“It’s difficult for me to get away just now. Alex and I—”
“Eight o’clock.”
He could hardly believe it. Eve stood in front of him, looking just as beautiful as ever. He studied her face closely and could find no sign of the terrible damage he had inflicted upon her.
“It’s incredible! You—you look exactly the same.”
“Yes. I’m still beautiful, aren’t I, George?” She smiled, a cat smile, thinking of what she planned to do to him. He was a sick animal, not fit to live. He would pay in full for what he had done to her, but not yet. She still needed him. They stood there, smiling at each other.
“Eve, I can’t tell you how sorry I—”
She held up a hand. “Let’s not discuss it. It’s over. Nothing has changed.”
But George remembered that something had changed. “I got a call from Harley,” he said. “He’s arranged for me to see some damned psychiatrist.”
Eve shook her head. “No. Tell him you haven’t time.”
“I tried. If I don’t go, he’ll turn in a report of the—the accident to the police.”
“Damn!”
She stood there, deep in thought. “Who is he?”
“The psychiatrist? Someone named Templeton. Peter Templeton.”
“I’ve heard of him. He has a good reputation.”
“Don’t worry. I can just lie on his couch for fifty minutes and say nothing. If—”
Eve was not listening. An idea had come to her, and she was exploring it.
She turned to George. “This may be the best thing that could have happened.”
Peter Templeton was in his middle thirties, just over six feet, with broad shoulders, clean-cut features and inquisitive blue eyes, and he looked more like a quarterback than a doctor. At the moment, he was frowning at a notation on his schedule: George Mellis—grandson-in-law of Kate Blackwell.
The problems of the rich held no interest for Peter Templeton. Most of his colleagues were delighted to get socially prominent patients. When Peter Templeton had first begun his practice, he had had his share, but he had quickly found he was unable to sympathize with their problems. He had dowagers in his office literally screaming because they had not been invited to some social event, financiers threatening to commit suicide because they had lost money in the stock market, overweight matrons who alternated between feasting and fat farms. The world was full of problems, and Peter Templeton had long since decided that these were not the problems he was interested in helping to solve.
George Mellis. Peter had reluctantly agreed to see him only because of his respect for Dr. John Harley. “I wish you’d send him somewhere else, John,” Peter Templeton had said. “I really have a full schedule.”