Chapter 34

And the instant I’d said it I regretted having spoken. His face fell, and he stared at me blankly. “If so,” I hastened to add, “we can always get him through the club. Letters will be forwarded.” “But it means delay,” he muttered. “More hanging about.” An hour passed, and two, and suddenly he lifted his head listening. “Denny’s back,” he said. “Now we shall know.” His voice was quiet, but there was a strained look in his eyes as he watched the door. Should we have the answer, or did it mean further waiting? And mer…