CHAPTER THIRTEENA deep voice was singing an improvised song.
“That’s nice.” Avril smelt of roses, probably some concoction brewed in one of the laboratories. Women, no matter where they were, would always find means of adornment. “I like to hear people singing, do you?”
“Sometimes.”
“Only sometimes? Don’t you like it?”
“Not very much.” Felix didn’t like calypso even when well-constructed and well sung and this was neither.
“Sad sack!” She shook his arm. “Something on your mind, pet?”
“No.”
“Are you sure? You look as if you’ve got the cares of the world on your shoulders. Would you like me to take your mind off them for you?”
“Please! I tell you there’s nothing wrong.”
“Yes there is.” She halted, facing him in the narrow passage, her face serious. “You’ve been down in the mouth eve
