Chapter 42

“That isn’t very nice of you, Mr. Sanders,” she said. “Nice! Look here.” He took off his helmet and pointed to his closely cropped head. “Do you see those?” he asked. She looked curiously. She saw nothing except a face burnt brick-red by the sun, two steady grey eyes in such odd contrasts to the tan that they seemed the lightest blue. She saw the lean face, the straight thin nose, the firm jaw and the almost hairless head. “What am I looking for?” she asked. “Grey hairs,” said Sanders grimly. She frowned in pretty …