It was not until they had reached the cigarette and coffee stage of the proceedings that she allowed a small, well-considered sigh to escape her and drift away into the silence that had fallen between them. Storran glanced across at her with suddenly observant eyes.
“What is it?” he asked quickly. “You look worried. Are you?”
She nodded silently.
“And here I’ve been grousing away about my own affairs all the time! Why didn’t you stop me?”
“You know I’m interested in your affairs.”
“And I’m interested in yours. What’s bothering you, Gillian? Tell me.”
“Magda,” said Gillian simply.
She was rather surprised to observe that Dan’s face did not, as usual, darken at the mere mention of Magda’s name.
“I saw her the other day,” he said quickly. “I was in the Park and she drove by.”
Gillian felt that there was something more to come. She waited in silence.