CHAPTER XXXI
AGAINST TIME
Gillian, dashing headlong into Victoria Station, encountered Storran sauntering leisurely out of it, a newspaper under his arm.
“Where are you off to?” he demanded, stopping abruptly. “You look as if you were in a hurry.”
“I am. Don’t stop me. I’m catching the boat-train.”
Storran pulled out his watch as he turned and fell into step beside her.
“Then you’ve got a good half-hour to spare. No hurry,” he returned placidly.
Gillian glanced at the watch on her wrist.
“Are you sure?” she asked doubtfully. “If so, my watch must be altogether wrong!”