CHAPTER FORTY-THREEAnthony rang up from Lenton. The first sound of Johnny’s voice was enough to tell him that Mirrie had been found and was safe.
‘And you’d better come back quick or there won’t be anything left to eat. We’re not waiting for anyone, and personally I could cope with an ox.’
Anthony hung up and came out of the call-box. He hadn’t reckoned on Georgina being so close to him. She had insisted on coming, but they had hardly spoken until now when he almost ran into her and she caught him by the arm and said,
‘What is it?’
‘She’s all right. They’ve got her back.’
Just for a moment they stood close together like that, her hands on his coat-sleeve, her face tilted up to him and the greenish light of a street-lamp turning her hair to silver. She was bare-headed, with a coat thro
