CHAPTER SEVENFenella woke with a sense of foreboding.
For a moment she lay in that no man’s land between waking and sleeping, wondering why she felt oppressed and anxious and then she remembered.
It was the day that the Cobra was to be tested.
She dragged herself out of bed and dressed quickly. It was still early, the sun barely risen and the morning mists dispersing slowly in the garden.
When she was ready she ran downstairs to the telephone.
She hardly expected Nick to be up, but it was his voice that answered her.
“I wanted to wish you the best of luck,” she said.
“Thank you, Fenella.”
His voice was slow and grave.
“Are you anxious?”
“I try not to be. d**k is supremely confident, but I am afraid I feel rather like I felt when I went in to bat for Eton at Lords, very shaky abou
