She sprang up at once and joined him.
“Let’s go to the headland again,” she suggested, as they passed through the gardens. “I’d rather like to sit there for a while.”
“The Kestrel’s still in the bay,” Westenhanger reminded her. “You won’t have to sweep the horizon for her smoke this time, thank goodness.”
“No. That’s over. And I suppose you won’t be worried over puzzles about whether I’m right or left-handed this time.”
Westenhanger took up the challenge, much to her surprise.
“Don’t be too sure of that! I’ve got another problem on hand now. Care to help?”
Eileen’s face clouded suddenly.
“Not more suspicion, surely? And I thought we’d got rid of all that! Friocksheim’s been lovely, since we put all that affair behind us. You’re not raking it up again, are you?”
Westenhanger reassured her with a smile.
“No. That’s the last thing I’d want to do. You know that quite well. This is a philanthropic effort, if it’s anything.”