Lovelace insisted when they had finished their meal, “we must face facts. Even to have allowed Valerie to land us here was an abominable risk. It connects the three of us together, and if you, Christopher, succeed in what you’re out to do, the police will start hunting for her directly they find out you came in on her plane. If she’s determined to stay we can at least separate. She’d better take a room here in the airport hotel while we get fixed up somewhere in the city—although I’d rather she flew back to Italy this afternoon.” “How shockingly ungallant you are.” The dimple in Valerie’s cheek deepened as she smiled at him. “Honestly!” he raised a grin, “‘we don’t want to lose you but we think you ought to go,’ as the war song had it.” “The worst the police could do is to hold me as a witness.” “Yes, the police perhaps; but you may run into far greater danger from another quarter if you remain with us.” “Well, I’m remaining until …” she laughed rather shakily, “until the deed is done, but I’ll take a room here if you like.”
