As if he knew what she was thinking, Trevor said,
“What I really said to my friend was that I had a chère amie who looked like an angel.”
Angela thought that everything seemed to be growing more and more complicated.
She drank the tea that Atkins had brought her while Trevor had a glass of brandy.
She was somewhat surprised that he was drinking so early in the day.
She looked at the glass in his hand and, as if she had asked the question, he said,
“I need something to steady my nerves. We must both be extra careful for, as you know, one slip and there would be no going back.”
“Stop frightening me,” Angela insisted. “What are we going to do now?”
She thought that they must be going somewhere because Trevor had not suggested that she should take off her hat.
He glanced at the clock
