Chapter 8
APRON STRINGSHe awoke with the strong but unlikely impression that he had somehow got himself involved in romance. He was struggling to put himself clear on the subject when he became aware that the sound which had awakened him was the opening of his door, and that someone, whose hand was still on the knob, was talking in the passage just outside. It was Charlie Luke.
That remarkable voice, even when lowered to the gentle pitch of dalliance, set the lighter objects in the room vibrating, while the vital energy of the man surged through the doorway ahead of him.
‘. . . wasting your time on the roof,’ he was saying with an awkward gentleness. ‘You’ll also break your neck. It may be nothing to do with me and if I’m speaking out of turn I apologize, but—don’t take it like that. I
