CHAPTER SIXMoo burst into Fenella’s bedroom.
“You are wanted on the telephone.”
“Who is it?” Fenella asked irritably, looking up from the dressing table where she was putting the finishing touches to her hair. “I am late as it is.”
“It’s someone speaking for Simon,” Moo replied. “The line is rather indistinct but they said they must speak to you and it’s urgent.”
“He cannot be coming on leave again!” Fenella exclaimed, putting down her comb and getting to her feet. “Fetch my coat out for me, there’s an angel and I want a clean handkerchief.”
She hurried out of the room and ran downstairs to the morning room. It was always a scramble to get off to the factory in the morning and she resented anything that made her late.
She picked up the telephone receiver from the writing table.
“Hel
