CHAPTER XIV
The Sound of DrummingWhen Mr. Campion went upstairs to pack an overnight bag and Luke slipped out to fetch the car, Amanda followed her husband. She closed the door of the bedroom behind her and stood watching him as he hurried.
Ever since he had returned to the house half an hour before, and all through their report on the End of the World Man, there had been something about him which had reminded her of someone she had half forgotten: a pale, blank-faced youngster whose continuous flippancy had masked an acutely sensitive intelligence which, as a teenager, she had adored.
An explanation occurred to her suddenly.
“Albert, you’re frightened,” she said.
He glanced at her, his pale eyes unsmiling.
“Just on the verge, lady,” he said briskly. “I’m glad you came up. I want to
