Chapter 22

Mr Barber laughed uproariously. ‘What a joke, what a joke!’ he said. ‘I was all right. I could not be touched, in either sense of the word. I too make jokes,’ he added, a little proudly. ‘Well, where is Dad?’ said Marlowe. ‘He must have had enough of the maze by now. Hullo, Dad! Half a minute!’ His voice sounded clearly over the still sunlit garden. There was a echo at the point where he stood, and his own words came back mockingly across the fields. There was no reply. ‘He’s foxing,’ said Isopel. ‘He’s got lost.’ …