Chapter XVI

Janice’s angry protest, Paxton’s complacence, the sound of the closing door, echoed and re-echoed through Harcourt’s mind to the accompaniment of the drone of the engine, as he climbed to cruising altitude. Three hours’ flight by compass, then he would descend to make sure that he was nearing the southernmost camp. Why hadn’t he gone back to her, held her, kissed her, until she acknowledged that she knew he loved her, knew that he had no sentimental interest in Millicent Hale? Why had he not let the Commissioner sh…