Linda could not bring herself to give up the sea that day.

She found it impossible to drive the King's Highway.

It seemed equally impossible not to look on the face of the ocean, so she compromised by skirting Santa Monica Bay, and taking the foothill road she ran it to the north end of the beach drive.

When they had spread their blankets on the sand, finished their lunch and were resting, Linda began to question Donald about what had happened.

She wanted to know how long Whitings' gardener had been in their employ; if they knew where he lived and about his family; if they knew who his friends were, or anything concerning him.