That child—somewhere out there in the darkness—that beautiful, ignorant child, by herself in London—Sally, who had only to appear to collect a crowd—Sally, so trustful, so ready to obey anybody....
But what did one do? Who did one go to? What could one do but still, in the dark, not speaking, hardly breathing so intently were they listening, wait?
Fragments of what Mr. Pinner had said drifted in and out of Jocelyn’s brain——
‘Told ’er to take a taxi all the way....’
‘Give ’er a pound, I did....’
‘Mistake was, lettin’ that there car go....’
That car? What car?
‘Mother,’ he said suddenly, ‘what car?’
‘What car, my darling?’
‘She arrived there in a car. Her father said so. I forgot to tell you.’