“I expect you find your subscribers very trying sometimes,” he hazarded.
“Do you mean the librarians?” said Susan. “They are mostly extremely nice and helpful.”
Librarians. What the dickens was the girl talking about?
“Lady Pomfret is our new County Organizer,” said Susan, “and I work under her. I’m the Depot Librarian.”
This, felt Colin, should have been the clue. There was something he ought to know, ought to guess, and it eluded him like something in a nightmare.
“She worked for the Red Cross and St. John all through the war,” said Susan, “as well as a million other things, and it’s perfectly splendid to have her as our chairman. We’re going to have an exhibition in Barchester next month of voluntary bookbinding for our Hospital Libraries. I’ll send you a card.”
Colin gasped inwar
