CHAPTER FIVEJanet lifted the receiver. Star Somers’ charming voice came to her.
“Darling, is that you?”
“It used to be.”
“How do you mean, it used to be?”
“Everything has been rather intensive. We worked up to the last minute—I’ve been a machine. But it’s over. He went off on Tuesday.”
“How grim! You want a holiday.”
“I do.”
Inwardly Janet reflected that since Hugo had rushed off at the last moment without signing the cheque for her salary, a holiday was not going to be so easy to achieve. She had laid it out before him, she had handed him his fountain pen, and the telephone-bell had rung. It was while she was answering it that Hugo had blown her a kiss and rushed for his train, leaving the cheque right in the middle of his writing-pad without a signature. She had written to him of
