12: Exit
THE MOON was full. Fells thought it must be somewhere around three o'clock. It was a quiet and beautiful night.
In front of them the road stretched up over the hill, between the woods on the top of the hill, like a twisting ribbon. Through the open window of the car the breeze came. It brought in the salt tang of the sea. Fells wondered where they were.
Sitting beside him, hunched back in the corner of the car, was Foden. His cigarette tip was glowing. It glowed regularly as Foden drew on it. He was breathing quietly, without haste. Fells thought it would take a great deal to disturb Foden's equilibrium.
In front of him he could see the slim back of the girl who was driving the car. Fells thought: They're pretty hot having women working for them over here. I suppose she's a Ge
