CHAPTER 3Miserable, I undressed and took my shower. In my pajamas, I went to the window. The moon was paler and higher now, no longer accessible. In front of the house, the road stretched endlessly in both directions, lit at intervals by hazy lamps. Far away I could see the lights of town.
I don’t know how long I stood there before the telephone rang.
I listened to it for a moment as though it had no connection with me, and then, suddenly, a thought occurred to me. I dashed to the stairs, flew down and grabbed the instrument.
“Hello?” I said, trying to catch my breath. “Lady Livingstone?” a voice asked.
My hands tightened. Waiting to get control of my voice, I didn’t speak until I was certain I wouldn’t sound excited. “Lady Livingstone?” I repeated. I tried to remember where Stanley ha
