Somehow, she could not imagine Colin McKeith producing the golden key and masterfully taking possession of Lady Bridget's locked shrine.

She could only think of him as tricked, deceived and suffering hideously at the end.

She stammered out her fear, beseeching Biddy to be merciful, but Biddy's mood had changed, and she only smiled her Sphinx smile.
'I think he's quite able to look after himself,' she said.

'And if he isn't, sure, he must take the consequences.'.