CHAPTER XA NEW ASSIGNMENT
Frecks did not answer. She stared at Worrals as though she were a ghost—as she had every reason to. Her lips moved, but no sound came from them.
Realising perfectly well the reason for Frecks’ emotion, which was unavoidable in the circumstances, Worrals did her best to cover her confusion by chatting inconsequentially about the visitor in the same bantering tone as she had first employed. Fortunately, the German’s eyes were on her, and he helped her out, giving Frecks time to recover.
“Where have you been?” he asked curtly.
Naturally, Worrals had no intention of letting the German know that she knew who he was.
“And what business it that of yours?” she asked politely.
“I said—where have you been?” Von Brandisch’s voice was as brittle as ice.
Worrals sighed.
