“HI, DARLING!”
Molly called to him as he opened the screen door and stepped inside. She didn’t come out of the living-room. He crossed over to the door. She was pushing back the chairs from in front of the fireplace, a couple of ash-trays in her hand. “Just straightening up a——” She turned to smile at him and stopped, her face blank. “Why, Spig . . . What’s . . . what’s the matter, darling?”
She stopped quickly and put the ash-trays on the coffee table.
“Spig!” She took a step towards him and stopped, a white line around her lips and her eyes amber pale. “What’s happened?”
“Dunning making another psychological pass at you? And you needn’t tell me he wasn’t here. I saw him leave.”
His voice was harsh. For an instant a stunned silence hung there before him. Then it exploded in a searing
