“Is that vou. Tom?” he asked.
“Yeah,” O’Brien said.
“I think I’ll turn in,” Madge said. “Miss Coleman’s gone up. There’s a light in her room. Good night, Paul. Good night, sergeant.”
Conrad wandered over to where O’Brien was sitting and flopped into a chair beside him.
“Phew! It’s close.”
“Going to be a storm,” O’Brien said. There was a flat, uneasy note in his voice that made Conrad prick up his ears.
“It won’t reach us for another hour yet. What’s the time, Tom?”
“Quarter to ten. It’s coming up a damn sight faster than you imagine. I bet you it’ll be right over the house in ten minutes. Hark at that,” he went on as thunder crashed suddenly. “Coming up fast.”
“All okay your end, Tom?”
“I guess so.”