Chapter 11“What is it?” Sylvia said. She was already rolling her feet onto the floor and pulling her dressing gown toward her from the bottom of the bed as someone knocked on her bedroom door. “What’s the matter? Who is it?”
She’d woken from a deep sleep to someone hammering on the door. It was dark and cold, and she had no idea what time it was, but before she could get downstairs herself, she had heard Walter’s voice drifting up from the portico over the front door below her bedroom window. He must have still been on the settee…she’d left him reading the paper and stuffing his revolting pipe for another smoke.
It was Lucy at the door. She opened it a crack and said, “Walter says to say it’s Marcus Wright. Can you come down?” She paused and then added, “I’ll make some coffee. He looks l
