It was no use trying to telephone Tad Cullen again tonight, so Grant left a message at the Westmorland asking him to come to the flat as soon as he had had breakfast in the morning.
Then he at last had dinner, and went thankfully to bed.
As he was falling asleep a voice in his head said: ‘Because he knew that there was nothing to write on.’
‘What?’ he said, coming awake. ‘Who knew?’
‘Lloyd. He said: “On what?”’
‘Yes. Well?’
‘He said it because he was startled.’
‘He certainly sounded surprised.’
‘He was surprised because he knew that there was nothing to write on.’
He lay thinking about this until he fell asleep.