“Your husband would hate to hear you say that!”
Joyce didn’t answer for a moment, and then spoke harshly.
“Bertram’s a traitor to our side of things!”
“Hush!” said Kenneth.
It was when Bertram walked out of the pergola and came up the terrace steps and stood quite close to them.
“Joyce,” he said quietly, “you and I must have a talk, if Kenneth will permit.”
Kenneth stood up, and smiled rather nervously at Bertram.
“I’m off to bed, old man. Good night, both.” He walked quickly back to the house, leaving Bertram to Joyce.
“I’m for bed too,” said Joyce. “It’s too late for talk. And you heard what I said, I presume?”
“That word ‘traitor’?”