CHAPTER TWODuring the afternoon Rex Ransome had found his thoughts turning continually towards the Prentis family and in particular Fenella.
He had been obliged to drive some twenty miles to his Headquarters in another County, but all the time he was journeying there and back he found himself thinking of a small pointed face with large dark eyes.
‘Simon Prentis – Simon Prentis – ’
Rex Ransome repeated the name over and over to himself as he tried to remember more clearly the gossip and chatter of the past.
Snatches of it came back to him, but the whole picture of the man remained intangible in his mind.
He could remember his paintings, of course, they were unforgettable and far too famous to be forgotten.
From the point of view of the popular press Simon Prentis had made his name by
