Andrew took Ruth Meriden back to London in the hired car. It was very late when they reached her place in Chelsea once more.
He said: “I suppose you’ll be going back to work tomorrow?”
“Not tomorrow,” she answered. “I think I’ll take a holiday.”
“What about your work?”
“Work?” she said vaguely.
“What about Mr. Hinckleigh?” he went on. “What about Mr. Alec Foster?”
“I think they can wait,” she answered thoughtfully. “When do you join that hospital?”
“I’ve three weeks yet,” he told her. “We could, of course, get a special licence.”
“And someone to repair the boat. We could fit her out and call her Moonlight and go cruising. Perhaps we’d find some more gold in her.”
“What would we want with gold?” asked Andrew.