CHAPTER ELEVENIt was very quiet in the garden after the noise and chatter in the dining room.
Lydia felt as though she had dived into cool green water as she stepped out from the lit verandah into the dusk of the night.
High above the voices she had left behind she could hear Nina Higley’s laugh and the shrill voice of Tessa who, in spite of her protests, had been allowed to stay up for dinner.
The guests were all men, of the type abounding in Cairo, hard racing, hard drinking and hard living.
They were the sort that Nina considered amusing and she laid herself out to be more than usually flirtatious and ingratiating until Lydia had suggested that she should take Tessa up to bed.
Knowing that it would annoy Lydia, Nina had calmly answered that Tessa could stay up as long as she liked
