CHAPTER TWENTY-ONEStacy came down into the hall. Well, it was over. And it had been her own fault for coming. She needn’t have come. She had just let Saltings draw her like a magnet, and she deserved every bit of what she had got. It was over now, and she needn’t think about it again. A horrid niggling whisper said, “You’re going to have to think about it quite a lot.”
She came out on to the steps, and felt the sun. It was still very hot. She stood for a moment wondering if she would put up Myra Constantine’s umbrella. She didn’t like the glare, but she was still cold inside. As she hesitated, a car turned in at the gate and came up between the trees. Her heart jumped. Charles was the last person on earth she wanted to see. Or was he?
Before she could make up her mind he was out of the c
