A half hour later, when she descended to the street she found Drew Lane standing by the store door.
“Saw a small leather bag through the window,” he explained. “Think I’d like it.”
With some irrelevance Grace said quickly:
“Drew Lane, how could anyone see you a mile away?”
“Powerful telescope, perhaps.” He gave her a strange look.
“But in your room, with the shade half drawn?”
“No, not possible. Television, possibly that.” His voice dropped to a near whisper. “They do strange things with that, I’m told.
“What is it?” He looked her squarely in the eye. “That Whisperer again?”
“Yes.”
“And does he claim to see you as well as talk to you?”