Chapter 33Tuesday, the second of April, had proved to be a particularly exhausting day for all concerned. During the early part of the morning, Irene and Michael had kept in constant touch with Harry because this was the day the results were expected, and each time the telephone rang they were all so highly charged that they were jumping out of their skins. With agonising slowness, the clock face showed that the appointed hour for lunch had passed them by, but food was the last thing on their minds at the moment. At half past two, Irene was to be found seated in the office of Michael Mulrooney. Neither person spoke; instead they sat there, willing the phone to ring. Praying that the caller would convey the results they were so absolutely desperate to hear. All the staff had been specifical
