Then of a sudden her pulse was racing as the large helicopter landed at the side of the house. She looked out the window.
But it was not Doug. The word ELECTROSUPPLY was stenciled in large letters above the craft's opening freight-door, and she watched as a dolly was lowered from it. There were four men, and they were unloading a large crate. It went on the dolly, and then the dolly with its load was being pushed by the four to the side of the house.
The door-signal sounded.
"Yes?"
"Madame Blair, would you please sign for the shipment?"
"Yes, of course. But what is it that I—"
"Sorry, Madame. Only the Order Division knows the nature of the consignment—policy, you know. There, that'll do it. Thank you."
He left with her permission to leave the crate in the cellar, and after a few minutes the 'copter and its efficient crew was gone.
She knew intuitively that it was the equipment he needed so desperately—ironically enough it must be that. She had to fight back the impulse to rush to the cellar and rip the crate open. For if in some way she should slip, do something wrong, damage what was inside....