CHAPTER 10Rusty Lattimer was sitting on the sofa in front of the fire, his face carved grey stone, staring into it. Doctor John, John Michener and Colleton Reid were standing a little to one side, talking in low whispers. John Michener caught sight of me first, and it seemed to me silenced the others, or perhaps just his moving out from between them and coming toward-me did it.
Colleton glanced at me and away again quickly, with something so like hatred in his dark burning eyes that I was worried and alarmed even. Just then the door from the river terrace opened and Anne Lattimer came slowly into the room. Her face was frozen and white as death. The rouge and lipstick on it stood out related to nothing, like daubs of paint on a plaster of Paris mask. Only her eyes were alive. It seemed to
