THIRTEENShe opened her own door and went in. All the way back she had met no one, heard nothing. Her anger was so hot in her that she did not miss the coat, lying where she had dropped it in the study at Melling House. She did not remember it or think of it at all. She thought about Carr, she thought about Catherine, she thought about her own quick anger and was aghast.
She opened the door of the living-room and went in. Fancy looked up, yawning.
‘You’ve missed the nine o’clock news.’
Instinctively Rietta glanced at the clock, an old round wall-clock hanging on the chimney breast. It was twenty past nine. A dance band was swinging the latest song hit. She put out her hand and switched it off.
‘Has Carr come back?’
Fancy yawned again. She really had lovely teeth, as white as milk and a
