They overtook the bus and swung around it. The windows were too high for Norman to see any of the occupants. Besides, the interior lights were out.
As they drew ahead, Alec nodded confirmingly. "That's her all right."
The bus station at Bayport was also the railway depot. Vaguely Norman remembered the loosely planked platform and packed cinders on the track side. The station building was dark, but there were several cars and a lone local cab drawn up, and there were some men standing around talking in low voices, and a couple of soldiers going back to camp.
He had time to scent the salt air, with its faint and not unpleasant trace of fishiness. Then the bus pulled in.
Several passengers stepped down, looking around to spot the people waiting for them.
Tansy was the third. She was staring straight ahead. She was carrying the pigskin suitcase.
"Tansy!" he said.
She did not look at him. He noted a black stain on her right hand, and remembered the spilled ink on his study table. Odd that it should still be there.
"Tansy!" he said. "Tansy!"