She wore a white tennis-blouse and white shorts, with a light pullover thrown over her shoulders. With her yellow hair somewhat tumbled, the colour of exertion tinted her face to more than mere prettiness. He stared at her.
"How did you get here?"
"On my bike." Choking a little to get her breath, she made a gesture towards the outside of the inn. "Darling, why did you send that message about being an enemy?" " 'I had to get him here somehow."
"Grandmother was in the room when you rang up."
‘Yes. I thought she might be."
"You hadn't said three words to Dawson before grandmother said: That is Captain Drake, I suppose.’ Ricky said, 'Who's Captain Drake?' Grandmother said nothing at all. She just picked up her knitting and walked out of the room. Then I had to tell Ricky it was only a joke, but it war terribly serious. Afterwards I got old Riddle to insist the front tire of Ricky's car needed air — which it did — so I could get here before him."
"But you don't want to be present while we have it out, do you?"
Jenny's breathing was still quick. But the blue eyes regarded him steadily.
"If you want me. to," she answered, "I'll stay here. I promise that. But I don't want to. I don't want… oh, God, no!" She shuddered. "The trouble is, you see, that I've got to know what happens. Just as soon as it happens." Jenny spread out her hands. "I'm sorry. That's how I feel."
That's how a lot of us feel Jenny! Do you still—?"