Gerard Barclay

"... seemed to hint to her that things were not all they should be, that Martin was still seeing a good bit too much of Fenella, she refused to listen. Gerard Barclay had returned to England and. In a way, Susan was relieved. It was easier to. persuade herself that all was well without those cold dark blue eyes of his seeming ..."

"... In tills story are imaginary No reference ts intended /) to. any, living nersoo or to any nubile 01 private company. , . . CHAPTER XXII , Susan and Gerard Barclay lunched at a table lor two in a i secluded corner of the large din ing-room 'at nls club. He smiled at her now across the i table as . ..."

"... untidy inside, thc pigeonholes were crammed with papers, and letters lay about in odd places. She could not find the engage- ;rom hls faer what he was driving listen. Gerard Barclay had return- it Were things really as bad as ed to England and. in a way, Susan hr was hirning? Was hc trying relieved It was casler to hcr? Was ..."

"... that she could forget it for a little while and enjoy the week-end without this added worry, but this, she felt, would be quite Impossible. Finally, she rang up Gerard Barclay at his club. The sound of his dry clipped voice at the other end of the tele phone wires brought back, with a sudden rush of realism, all the haunting ..."