"They were, though. I drove to the Gap, hid in the wood, and waited till she came to swim."
"You were, of course, wearing a man's coat?"
"Yes, though I don't know how you knew. It was cold driving, and I wore one of my brother's that was lying in the car."
"Did you wear the coat to go down to the beach?"
"Yes. It was dithering cold. I don't like bathing in the dawn."
"You went bathing!"
"Of course I did. I couldn't drown her from the shore, could I?"
"And you left the coat on the beach?"
"Oh, no," she said with elaborate sarcasm. "I went swimming in it."
And Grant breathed again. For a moment he had had a fright.