CHAPTER 14Jonas could still hear Miss Olive, protesting and plaintive, and Elizabeth patiently trying to reassure her, as he crossed the grass toward the wing. Disappointed and sore, he could have throttled Miss Olive. He kicked open the wicket in the hedge, banged it shut and crossed the small enclosure to the french window into his consulting room. And stopped. The window was open. From inside he could hear the bony crack-crack of Roddy’s tail on the floor welcoming him home. The glow of a lighted cigarette shone briefly in the dark. His mind did a quick flash-back, wondering how long his guest had been there, as he glanced over through the hedge, doing some rapid calculation of the distance to the bench where he and Jenny had sat. Sergeant Digges would have to have the ears of a lynx to
