Chapter FourWar Brides Improved
Sybil opened one eye upon the soupy light of blinds drawn against a gray afternoon. For a moment she wasn’t quite sure where she was. Her gaze moved slowly around the square, impersonal bedroom, then landed on Tim’s face, more boyish than ever in rumpled sleep. She smiled and brushed his cheek with her lips, then she sat up and looked at her wrist watch on the bedside table. It was one o’clock, presumably post-meridian. She swung her feet out of bed, feeling for her slippers. When her toes had found them and wiggled into them, she got up and padded into the sitting-room, closing the door carefully behind her.
Her handbag was lying where she had left it on the pink sofa. She opened it and fumbled for the folded slip of paper Sam Magruder had given her the n
