CHAPTER XIX

AFTER SHE had gone he climbed up to Beachy Head and stood for so long admiring the view that he almost qualified for her displeasure. He had five minutes to tidy himself; she was waiting for him in the hotel lounge, absorbed in an evening newspaper. He saw the page she was reading and was a little surprised. “Are you interested in the stock markets?” She looked up quickly and threw down the paper. “Yes, a little,” she said. “I have some African stocks that jump up and down; they afford a little excitement in life. …