Hush Hattie!" I said, intoxicated with my success. "I don't want to go to my room. Everyone must know I shan't marry the prince. " I ran to the door to our street, opened it, and called out into the night, "I shan't marry the prince. " I turned back into the hall and ran to Char and threw my arms about his neck. "I shan't marry you. " I kissed his cheek. He was safe from me.
I'd read so much right-wing crime fiction where they find the evidence and shoot the bad guy - I thought there must be another approach.