Chapter 11
LIVING in a block of service flats, Daphne Olroyd was spared the worry and work of housekeeping. There was a kitchen in the basement, which supplied lighter meals for tenants, and she had ordered and finished a frugal breakfast when the bell rang, and she opened the door to see Peter standing on the mat.
'Is this a return visit?' she asked, as she invited him in.
'It is and it isn't,' said Peter, swinging his hat. 'The fact is, I remembered something I wanted to ask you.'
It was so unimportant a something when he came to it that she knew this was not the real reason for his early morning call.
In truth he had spent a restless night, and at four o'clock that morning it had required all his will power to prevent his dressing and going round to her flat to discover whether his
