20 : The Fourth DimensionIt was nearly dark in the hallway at Twenty-one when Mike came home. He was alone. Because of John’s death there was a man on the outside door and reporters, friends and sightseers were temporarily kept at bay.
He came slowly down the passage, feeling for his second key. His lean figure did not droop, but some of the dignity of his ordeal still clung to him, and he looked unapproachable, like a man in great grief.
As he paused to open the door a shadow detached itself from the darkness of the first half-landing and came slowly down to meet him. It was Gina.
She looked smaller and thinner than he remembered her, and her old quiet self-assurance had gone, leaving her pretty and young but not a commanding personality.
“Hallo, Mike,” she said.
He paused and looked
