“As much as you might have done?” he suggested softly.
Rather to his surprise, Mike’s dark eyes met his own squarely.
“That’s the trouble,” the younger man said quietly.
“How far has it gone?” enquired Mr. Campion.
“Not at all, thank God.” Mike spoke fervently. “She’s not particularly interested in me. I’ve just been about and we’ve naturally gone around together, but that’s all. You don’t understand Gina, Campion. No one does. I hope to heaven we can keep her out of this.”
Mr. Campion was silent. For a moment he was aware of forces and counter-forces beneath the surface of the quiet lives surrounding Barnabas, Limited. There were revelations to come, he knew, some of them hideous, some of them piteous and others fantastic in their unexpectedness. He also knew that the man in front of
