"And . . . you'll sort it out?"

“Doing my best ma’am."

He continued to busy himself. His eyes remained firmly on the task, avoiding my searching ones.

“Tommy . . . is that why you've come? To help Hugo? Is that why you're here and not in London?"

"Well, in this heat it's a nicer place to work than—"

"Please tell me," I interrupted urgently.

He caught my tone. Glanced up. Our eyes locked and he nodded. “Yes, that's specifically why I'm here.”

My heart began to thud. All my nerves tautened and I felt my mouth dry. "Oh no, is he in serious trouble? I mean — not him, but the company?"

I must have looked scared because he instantly laughed and said, "Of course not!" He got to his feet and I saw how creased his shirt was. I wondered what time he'd finally fallen asleep. I cleared my throat.

“Tommy, I didn't mean to ask you in that pathetic little voice. Tell me. I can take it. I promise."

His blue eyes came round to meet mine, heavy from lack of sleep. Years of resentment existed between us, but in that moment, all that prevailed, in the steady gaze we gave one another, was concern for a man we both cared for.

“I know you can, Flora. At least — hopefully, after all these years — I think you can. I think you've found some detachment. But I can't tell you. Not right now. But trust me, I'm doing my best.”

I stared at him. My mouth was devoid of saliva now, but I knew he spoke the truth. That he couldn't tell me, and would do everything in his power to help Hugo.

“Thank you," I said in a small voice. It wasn't nearly loud enough, but at least I'd said it. He nodded and I knew he was acknowledging my gratitude, but also dismissing me.

I went back down the corridor, biting the skin around my thumbnail, deep in thought. More through routine and reflex than with any real consideration, I continued on through the green baize door and into the gunroom.

"Where've you been?" roared Roger. His bottom was just about to hit the seat of his chair. He looked bright-eyed and delighted but smelled of fresh air and the sea. He'd clearly just arrived. "Been here ages!" he boomed. "Looked everywhere for you!"

"Oh, shut up, Roger. I was in here ten minutes ago so don't give me that." I managed to smile but I wasn't in the mood. I was worried.

"Nonsense, been here hours," Roger chortled, still enjoying his joke. He rubbed his hands gleefully. “Must have missed each other when I popped to the downstairs toilet for a precautionary. Thoughtful fellow, me. Wouldn't want to interrupt the creative flow."