CHAPTER : 24Jenny Linton came up the steps without looking back at the stable, crossed the verandah and came into the hall at Enniskerry, the raindrops glistening like diamonds in the short tendrils of her curly dark hair. In front of her, coming to the door, was Mrs. Emlyn, carved ivory with the gift to move, a shining black broadtail cape around her shoulders, her bag in her black-gloved hand. Beside her, shorter than she, heavily moving, was the thick misshapen figure of the hunchback whose limousine was waiting outside. Jenny went forward. In the door, half open, half closed, of the small reception room at the left she could see Nikki, hovering, restlessly, just inside it, his eyes darting like blue dragonflies. Behind him her mother was sitting, watching him impatiently, not aware of
