“I don’t know. I’m trying to think. She can’t have been gone long. She may still be in the village.” He dragged out his watch. “There may not have been a train up to London––”
“Yes, there was; the twelve-twenty–––” The eyes of both of them turned to the clock, and Micky gave a smothered groan.
“She must have gone by that. I must follow her, of course.”
June bounced up.
“I’ll come with you; I’ll put on my hat again–––” She made a dive for the door, but Micky caught her arm and stopped her.
“You can’t; I can’t take you with me. Be sensible, June––I’ll find her and bring her back–––”
She looked up at him stormily.
“She’s my friend, and it’s all your fault she’s got into this mess. I told you not to interfere, and you wouldn’t listen–––”
It was a woman all over to rave at him now, but Micky took it patiently.