As he put them down she said, holding out her hand, “I can’t thank you enough. Don’t wait. You’re parked in the Staff reserved bay, so the sooner you’re out of it the better. I’ll tell Sheila of all your kindness.” A shade of annoyance crossed Stone’s face. “No. Don’t do that. She might think I was interfering. Unless—” He paused and went on, “unless I could just see her for a minute. Literally one minute.” “I’m sorry. She’s not allowed any outside visitors at all. And anyway it’s right out of visiting hours at the moment.” “Then don’t say anything. Not even that I went to her digs.” He took Jane’s hand, holding it still when the formal leave-taking clasp was over. “It is good to know Sheila has a friend like you, Miss—” “Wheelan. Jane Wheelan.” “Of course.
