CHAPTER TWENTY-THREEI can’t remember spending any other period of my life that was as awful as the next few hours.
If he had only told me! But I’m not sure it would have helped. In fact, as I learned afterwards, he only told Sergeant Buck and Mr. Parran step by step. And of course if he had told me, I probably would have given it all away time after time.
It was nine o’clock when Colonel Primrose, complaining a little because he hadn’t more time and hadn’t more facilities for detection at his disposal, sent Sergeant Buck to the cottage to bring Lucy Lee. Buck found her, he said later, huddled with young Andy in a tear-stained heap fast asleep on the bed where we’d left her—and with the door wide open. Colonel Primrose’s lips tightened a little at that. I gathered he hadn’t been sure she
