CHAPTER 20The hotel in Farne was really very up to date. Not only was the food exceptional and the service prompt, but there was a telephone in every bedroom. Richard Cunningham had one beside him as he lay watching a light haze draw up off the sea and melt into a cloudless sky. He could rise early when he chose, but he had not chosen today. It was too pleasant to be at nobody’s beck and call, with another perfect day in prospect. All this, and Marian too. They had travelled a long way yesterday. They would travel farther today, and tomorrow—
The telephone bell rang. He put out his hand, took up the receiver, and Marian was speaking.
“Richard—is it you?”
At once there was a shadow. Her voice was steady only because she would not let it shake. That came to him. Control. What had happened
