Chapter Eighteen—For Man Or Beast
Tim pulled his trenchcoat over his pajamas and went to fetch the car. The Luger and the flashlight, he was glad to note, were still in the pockets. When he drove up under the porte-cochere, in the dim light of the lamp over the front door, the three women were waiting. Clutching their hasty wraps over their nightclothes, they looked like refugees from flood or fire. They climbed into the car and Tim drove off through the wind-whipped, sodden dunes.
Sybil sat beside Tim while Mrs. Barrelforth sat in back beside the stiff, unyielding figure of the housekeeper. Tim could see the latter’s grim white face in the windshield mirror. She seemed to be holding herself in control with tight-lipped effort, but Mrs. Barrelforth managed, with gentle prodding, to get a
