complexion had suffered from the dayâs expedition. No getting away from itâat the moment his wasnât the sort of face that would look well at the dinner table. But Bill wasnât troubled. That afternoon up in the mountains heâd found the answer to a vital problem, a tantalizing uncertainty that for two years or more had nattered at his peace-of-mind.
He wound a silk muffler round his neck, locked the door of his room and went down to his car. Now that his visit to the Villa Paloma was imminent Billâs apprehension increased. All day, caught up in strenuous activity, heâd been able to forget this fateful meeting with Kitty. Now, as he drove through the cooling streets, with the strong sweet perfume of the mimosa in his nostrils, he wondered what the devil the outcome would be. Somehow he must edge Kitty aside and speak to her alone. It wouldnât be easy for, in her present mood, Kitty would probably do her damnedest to deny him this opportunity. He knew only too well how stubborn and wilful she could be. But the knowledge did nothing to ease the passionate longing that moved him when he thought of Kitty. No matter what had happened in the past, Bill knew that without her the future would be pretty well unbearable.
Yes, somehow during the course of the evening he must make a last desperate effort to win her back. An unreasonable hope, perhaps. But a man in love, thought Bill wryly, doesnât base his hopes on reason.
III
âMy dear, dear boy!â boomed Nesta, grasping Billâs hands and shaking them frantically. âAs if I wouldnât have known you!â She stepped back and viewed him with unblushing curiosity. âYouâve certainly broadened out since those gay days at Larkhill. Donât get enough exercise, of course. And whereâs your moustache? You used to have a moustache. One of those bristly little army affairs. So virile.â Again the searching, slightly roguish contemplation. âYou know, I always liked you, Bill. Not very subtle but no damn nonsense about you. Now come and meet the others. Weâre a rag-and-bobtail collection but I think weâll amuse you.â
She led him through into the lounge and announced breezily:
âHi! Everybody. This is Bill!â
He saw Kitty at once, and his heart missed a beat. She was sitting on the arm of a settee, lovely and desirable as ever, with a cocktail glass in her hand and a small nervous smile playing about her lips. With the imperious gesture of a headmistress about to present a fourth-former to a visiting governor, Nesta beckoned her forward.
âAnd this is KittyâKitty Linden. Sheâs down here on a visit.â Adding with a baleful glance: âJust a short visit , eh, darling?â
Kitty, never quite sure how to take these devastating digs, smiled bleakly at Nesta and granted Bill a distant nod; then turned with sudden animation to Tony Shenton, whoâd drifted up behind her. Bill was swift to notice how she slipped her arm through hisâa familiar, possessive gesture that left no doubt in his mind as to the relationship between them. So there had been another man in the set-upâjust as heâd always suspected. He wondered who the devil the fellow was and where Kitty had first met him. An outsized rotter by the look of him. Billâs jaw grew taut. He realized with a sudden stab of despair that this manâs presence was just another knot in an already tangled situation.
Barely conscious of what he was saying, he was introduced to Dilys, Miss Pilligrew and Latour. Then Nesta grabbed Tony by the necktie and jerked him forward like a recalcitrant horse. For the first time the two men found themselves face to face. And at that moment Bill suffered a shock. There was absolutely no question about itâsomewhere, sometime, heâd met this smooth-faced bounder before!
IV
It was not until theyâd moved out on to the moonlit terrace after dinner