CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOWe went across the lawn and through the hedge. Lucy Lee was at her own cottage. She ran to the door when she heard us on the steps and stopped abruptly. “Oh!” she said. It had a curious deflated sound, as if someone had given her a sharp blow in the stomach. Nevertheless, she opened the screen door and said, “Come in!”
“Is your husband at home?” Colonel Primrose asked.
“I’m sorry. He’s just stepped out. He’ll be back any minute, unless he meets somebody and they have a drink. That might hold him up—”
She went bravely on. I suppose Colonel Primrose knew as well as I did that Lucy Lee had thought we were Andy and that he’d been gone a long time already.
“We’ll wait, if you don’t mind.”
She gave him a stricken glance. “Not at all—won’t you sit down? I can’t imagine what
