"Would you believe," John said, a bit dazed, blood in his teeth, "that he is being nice? I didn't. But it's working. I guess he just wore her down. He loves her veeeeery jealously. I did nothing. I had nothing to do with any of it until I visited them. We played cards and she read a book." He laughed again, and Scarlet jerked in Robin's grip.
He shook his head and looked around at the mess Stutely made. "There were only twelve of those ever made," he said, outraged, looking at a broken horse statue. "Now there are eleven. I hope you're proud of yourself."