5: Eulalia
O'MARA came into the ramshackle waiting-room at the end of the main platform at the railway station at Saint Lys
Tanga sat on the bench by the window. He thought that even against that mediocre background she made a perfect picture. She was dressed in a cherry-coloured wool travelling-frock beneath a leopard-skin coat. She wore a turban to match the frock.
She gazed thoughtfully at the sunlit countryside.
She saw O'Mara; smiled. She asked: "Have you spoken to Mr. Quayle?"
He nodded. He sat down on the bench beside her. He said: "Quayle's satisfied with everything. He sent you all sorts of nice messages. He was very pleased that Ernest Guelvada is going to be all right."
"So all is well," she said. "And what now?"
O'Mara's expression was not happy. He said: "He doesn't wan
