As Jane answered the telephone, dealt with enquiries, made bookings and smiled happily at guests her thoughts were somewhere else. Today, her thoughts weren"t warm romantic ones, filled with pictures of Will, but unpleasant frightened ones bound together with suspicion. The fear of bombs and crashing buildings, her previous visitor, almost felt like an old friend. She knew a bomb was a bomb and a siren a siren. But this new danger was a secret one which hadn"t shown its face, so she didn"t know what, or who, to be scared of. She didn"t know the signs that should set off the alarm. Her stomach turned in apprehension of the moment she"d see Hugh Callaghan and whether her demeanour would reveal to him the new depths of what she knew, or thought she knew. She wasn"t an actor like Will; she did
