Olva stayed: for an instant the blood ran from his body, his knees quivered, his face was as white as the mist. Then he braced himself—he knew the voice.
"Hullo, Craven, is that you?"
"Who's that? . . . Can't see in this mist."
"Dune."
"Hullo, Dune. I say, do you know what's happened to Carfax?"
"Happened? No—why?"
"Well, I can't find him anywhere. I wanted to get him for Bridge. He ought to be back by now."
"Back? Where's he been?"
"Going over to see some aunt or other at Grantchester—ought to be back by now."
An aunt?—No, Rose Midgett.