“Let’s swim,” she said abruptly, and walked towards the lobby, keeping her face averted.
I caught a glimpse of her in a mirror.
She was pale.
4
I drove along the coast road to Dayden Beach, a lonely strip of sand and palms a few miles from the Casino.
Miss Wonderly sat by my side. She was humming a tune under her breath, and she seemed to have shaken off her depression.
We coasted along in the moonlight. It was hot, but the breeze from the ocean came in through the open windows of the Buick.
“We’re nearly there,” Miss Wonderly said. “Look, you can see it now.”
Ahead was a ring of palms close to the surf. There was no sign of life, and it looked good.
I drove the Buick off the road and down on to the sand until it turned too soft, then I stopped, and we got out.