Chapter 33

As Lanier turned to look at the near-lying cluster of little islands, Maddaleen Loveless appeared at the door. He went to her, cap in hand; her cool, smooth fingers lightly lay on his as polite morning enquiries were exchanged. It appeared that both had slept well, that the weather was superb, that breakfast would be ready in a few moments. She came with him out to the lawn and leaned against the tall, white flagpole from which the flag was flying to show that the owner was at home—not the National emblem, but a re…