'Well?'
'I know. I've found out. . . . I went to Finsbury.'
'Oh? I suppose you mean you tracked me from my old rooms. I suppose Betty told you I . . . my new occupation.'
Wren jumped.
'Damn,' he growled. 'Damn you.'
Victoria smiled. Edward swearing. It was too funny. What an awful thing it was to have a sense of humour.
'You seem to know all about it,' she said smoothly. 'But what do you want?'
'How dare you,' growled Edward. 'A woman like you. . . . .'
A hard look came into Victoria's eyes.
'That will do Edward, I know my own business.'