Then I rang him up later." "Oh, did you really?" For a moment she could bear to take her thoughts off Toby. "What did you arrange?" "That he should lunch with me at the club on Thursday." "Oh good. Fm so glad. What did he sound like?" "Very pleasant. Cultured voice. Very pleased to come, I gathered. He's an artist, it seems." "An artist?" Gwyneth crinkled up the corners of her eyes in a sudden Uttle spasm of nervousness. "What is his name?" And then she knew, by some horrible instinct, just a second before Van replied: "Terence Muirkirk. Rather too picturesque. But I suppose he can't very well help his name." CHAPTER FIVE For a moment Gwyneth thought she must have cried out. The shock was so terrible that she could not imagine she had been able to remain silent. But one terrified glance at Van's unconcerned face told her she had done nothing to betray herself. The world was going on just the same. Terry had risen from the past, like some fearful ghost. The very foundations of her world were rocking, just as they had that terrible night when she first realized she was going to have Toby.
