Chapter 16
WHETHER Daphne Olroyd did or did not expect him to call, he could not discover from her manner. In truth, she could have fallen on his neck in gratitude, for the prospect of spending the evening alone was an appalling one. Her nerves were on edge, and she could hear noises, strange creakings and window-raisings which had no existence in fact. She had made a decision, and was within a few minutes of acting upon it when Peter called. He had a hint of her changed mood when she readily accepted his suggestion that they should go out to dinner— an invitation which he had anticipated would be declined.
He noticed that on a chair in the dining-room was a small suitcase, which was packed and strapped.
'Have you been or are you going?' he asked.
'I'm going,' she said calmly, and to h
