CHAPTER 4It was not until the small hours that Eve fell asleep, and the sun was shining brilliantly in at her window when she was awakened by Mrs. Carter with a tray of tea.
“It’s all right, ma’am. Both gentlemen have come back safe,” she said reassuringly.
“Oh, thank goodness! I’ve been dreaming horrors all night,” said Eve.
She got up and bathed and dressed, rejoicing in the perfect morning, and ran downstairs into the sunlit hall, where the double doors stood open to the sweetness of the morning. Keston was just coming in, a gaunt, unlovely figure in an old Burberry, and Eve had time to wonder why he was using the front door instead of the entrance which he and the professor usually used, before she saw his face, pallid and drawn in the strong morning light.
“Whatever is the matter?
