I have the feeling that when I am with him he’s not exactly afraid of something but at the same time on guard, if not slightly apprehensive. No! Words are inadequate. I cannot explain what it is.”
“I find what you are telling me fascinating,” Imeldra answered. “I do wish that Papa was with us. He would love a puzzle of this sort.”
As she spoke, she thought perhaps her father would not be so interested in the problems and difficulties of a man as he would be in those of a woman and this puzzle was something that she must solve for herself.
An intrigue was the last thing she had expected.
She knew William Gladwin well enough to know that he would not have spoken of it if it had not been troubling him and it was therefore a definite problem.
He talked and Imeldra learned a little more ab
