‘Sounds like a car coming.’
I went out on to the terrace.
There was a car coming, and coming fast. I could bear the snarl of a powerful engine, and the whine of tyres as the car swept around the bends in the drive.
‘Hold it a moment,’ I said.
I could see the headlights of the car now through the trees. A moment later the car swept around the drive and pulled up a few yards from the Buick.
I walked along the terrace, and as I reached the head of the steps leading from the terrace to the garden a girl got out of the car.
In the dim, uncertain light of the moon and the combined parking lights of the three cars, I could just see she was tall, slender and hatless,
‘Lee…’
She paused, looking up at me.
‘Is that you, Lee?’