CHAPTER THREE
The mid-morning BEA flight to Lisbon had been a nightmare for Caroline. She had been forced to sit next to Daphne while Bruno and Douglas went over the damned play -and not once during the two and a quarter hours had she been able to meet the woman's eyes.
Daphne had chatted to her during the journey almost as if nothing had happened between them; but Caroline detected the strong current of intimacy which flowed between them, made implicit by the occasional pat which Daphne gave to her bare knee and by the frequent double entendre in her conversation.
Caroline felt sure, every time Douglas glanced at them and she caught her husband's eye, that he knew something rather odd was going on between the two girls. It must be written in her eyes! Surely everyone on the plane (espe
