‘We haven’t a corner to spare after tomorrow,’ she said. ‘I really am sorry.’No doubt she was protecting Charles, playing the friend when he had asked her.‘I just thought I’d try,’ Katherine said without attempting to mask the disappointment in her voice. ‘Is there anywhere else I could go?’‘I think you should stay where you are,’ said Morag. ‘It won’t be for long. As soon as your car is repaired Charles will let you go.’Her spirit dampened by the conversation, Katherine decided to phone London again, standing in the alcove in the hall with a swiftly-beating heart which leapt in response when the receiver was lifted at the other end.‘Could I speak to Mrs. Moreton?’ she asked because the answering voice was unfamiliar.‘Who?’‘Mrs. Moreton—Coralie,’ she supplied.‘Oh, Coralie! I’d forgotten about the married bit. She’s not here. She went to New York two—no, three days ago on an assignment. Can I take a message?’Katherine’s heart felt like lead.‘When do you expect her back?’ she asked.‘It will all depend,’ the girl on the far end of the line declared.
