CHAPTER SIXKarina had never realised before that London could be so big and overcrowded.
She had come up from the country only once or twice a year with Aunt Margaret, either to buy clothes or to see a specialist or for some other sensible reason unconnected with either entertainment or work.
Then they had flashed through the streets in taxis, stayed at a quiet family hotel and had really very little contact with the overcrowded streets, the packed tube trains or the long queues waiting for buses.
She felt quite bruised and battered by the time she had fought her way on to a bus, travelled by tube and at last arrived at Garland Holt’s office.
It was true that Felix had suggested sending her by car.
“I don’t get up so early in the morning myself,” he said with a smile. “But my valet wi
