"Ah, that explains a lot." He hadn't known what Gertrude put in the storage locker, having been told "you'll see" with a wry smile when he asked. Explosives. No wonder she was so smug about it. That's hilarious.

Gerry's face visibly sours, crumpling like a balled up scrap of paper, at the mention of the Father-Daughter Hunting Party. "Yeah. That'd be me."