‘Yes. Let me know what you do decide, Leonie, won’t you?’
‘Yes,’ she promised.
She lifted the receiver again as soon as the connection was broken and jabbed out the number of the Captain’s House. The engaged tone sounded at her and with a twitch of impatience she hung up and walked the steps to the kerb. She gazed unseeingly at the litter of butts and candy wrappers washed up against the kerb stones, not letting her thoughts focus yet on what could have happened to May.
She dialled the number three more times, but it was always engaged. She fought against the impulse to race down to Pittsharbor at once. There was nothing to be done before she had spoken to John. Perhaps May was already safely back at home.
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