Excerpt: Harry Moncrieff is going mad–raving mad. Or else he takes drugs and is not always responsible for his actions. She spoke almost in a whisper, her eyes dilated. My poor Lavinia! No wonder she has changed into something so white and frightened. And the twins! No one at Beechcroft can be safe with that man. I thought he was going to murder me this morning. I think he would have, had we been alone in the house. As it was, though he chased me round the breakfast table, I managed to get out of the room and away from the house. I couldn’t find Lavinia…Ann Bladeshaw had left with the twins and Nannie…The chauffeur refused to drive me to the station… She stopped and seemed unable to go on.