Franklin sat on the other side of the table handing the cups as she filledthem. Boyd Carrington stood by the foot of the sofa, Elizabeth Cole andNorton were by the window. Nurse Craven had retired to the backgroundby the head of the bed. I was sitting in an armchair wrestling with TheTimes crossword, and reading out the clues.
‘Even love or third party risk?’ I read out. ‘Eight letters.’
‘Probably an anagram,’ said Franklin.
We thought for a minute. I went on. ‘The chaps between the hills are un-kind.’
‘Tormentor,’ said Boyd Carrington quickly. ‘Quotation: “And Echowhate’er is asked her answers” – blank. Tennyson. Five letters.’
‘Where,’ suggested Mrs Franklin. ‘Surely that’s right. “And Echo answerswhere”?’
I was doubtful. ‘It would make a word end in “W”.’
‘Well, lots of words end in “W”. How and now and snow.’
Elizabeth Cole said from the window: ‘The Tennyson quotation is: “AndEcho whate’er is asked her answers Death”.’
夜雨聆风