uno meet me. t for a day or tervie o do ake a s holiday.

    ‘A er t my going a time, I  to send me an a mas only a feoo!“

    t fortion. Somet riged out of the way.

    ‘I can pack a case for you, if it would ically, knowing I knew shing.

    ‘I can do my o.

    ‘It’s Maurice’s day off, but Dr. Clifton o tation.“

    Poor Judited deceit and  subterfuge.

    ‘And Miss inter? I’d like a quick h her. Before I go.“

    ‘Miss inter? I’m afraid she…“

    ‘on’t see me?“

    “Can’t see you.” Relief flooded y rang out in  last so say sometrue. “Believe me, Miss Lea. S can’t.”

    ever it  Juditon kne, too.

    ‘s in Cambridge is your fated to kno all?“ I anser a time tempts at small talk came to an end. As o e, tmosper’s oppressive silence.