CHAPTER SEVEN“Are you sure you haven’t been raiding the wine cellar?” John asked solicitously, as they went back inside. “You’re very welcome, but it may not be doing you much good – no, no of course not,” he amended hastily, meeting her fulminating eye.
“John, I know what I saw.”
“You saw two copies of Wyngate, who merged into each other, and then vanished into thin air.”
“I didn’t actually see them merge. I just knew they were going to.”
He looked at her.
“All right, I know what I sound like.”
“You sound like someone who’s been under too much strain, and needs to have somebody else cook breakfast for her,” he said, shepherding her into the kitchen. “Now sit down. Clara has outdone herself this morning. Two beautiful eggs. What are you doing?”
She was moving towards the kettle.
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