‘Edna doesn’t make it that way,’ she observed dubiously.Lanie, sparked to indignation by the all too familiar refrain, spun around. ‘I don’t care how she does it!’‘Don’t you now?’ a strong voice echoed from the open doorway. The next moment a big woman with iron-grey hair pulled back in a bun and a no-nonsense expression marched determinedly into the room.‘Edna!’ Clara’s tone was incredulous. What in the world—’Edna, the station cook, who was thought to be in England! Lanie felt a pang of disappointment out of all proportion to the cause.‘I didn’t ring through to Jard first,’ Edna was saying. ‘I was going to, and then I got the offer of a lift part of the way, so I stayed at a hotel for the night and hired a taxi for the rest of the way. The taxi cost me the earth, but it’s a lot cheaper than taking a trip to the other side of the world!’‘But what happened?’ Clara asked eagerly.Edna lowered herself into a chair and fanned her hot face with her hand.
