They both waited and Sir Terence, with his back to the fireplace, stated,
“I have something to say that concerns you both and it is very important.”
Quenella and Rex Daviot waited and after a moment’s hesitation Sir Terence said to Rex,
“After you left the India Office this morning I received a communication that has a significance which I think you will both understand.”
“Who was it from, Uncle Terence?” Quenella asked.
There was a note in her voice that told both men that she was apprehensive.
“It came from the German Ambassador,” Sir Terence replied.
Watching her, Rex Daviot thought that she looked paler than she had during dinner.
Her skin had a magnolia-like quality about it that proclaimed, even as her expressive eyes did, that she was not entirely English.
Her hair was not
