5/13 I thought I'd better tell you, Ailsa." "There was no necessity," said Ailsa calmly. "We scarcely exchanged a dozen words." As she spoke she became aware of a shape behind the veranda windows, a man's upright figure passing and repassing. And now, at the open window, it suddenly emerged into full sunlight, a spare, sinewy, active gentleman of fifty, hair and moustache thickly white, a deep seam furrowing his forehead from the left ear to the roots of the hair above the right temple. |