Rena said: "I can't tell you, Tom. Please don't ask me!"
I said, "This is no kid's game, Rena! They're talking about bombing the Home Office!"
She shook her head. "Tom, Tom. You must have misunderstood."
"I heard them!"
"Tom, please don't ask me any more questions."
I slammed my hand down on the table and swore. It didn't do any good. She didn't even look up from the remains of her dinner.
It had been like that all afternoon. The Great Ones brooded in secret. Rena and I waited in her room, until the museum's public visiting hours were over and we could go up into the freer atmosphere of the reception lounge. And then we waited there.
I said mulishly: "Ever since I met you, Rena, I've been doing nothing but wait. I'm not built that way!"
No answer.