The man she had called Mr. O’Connor said, “I enjoy it, Frau von Dinslaken.” He did not appear to have noticed me. I hesitated. I stood and watched them. He walked at a brisk pace, propelling the German in her fur coat, never once looking in my direction. Jago had run on ahead. The rest of the group followed, hurrying toward the main gate of Trengilly.

I reached Brutus, fumbled with the door lock and half fell into the driver’s seat. My heart and my thoughts were racing. I sat, gripping the steering wheel, staring out ahead of me. Was I going mad? Was all this worry and staying at Trewoma affecting my brain? Surely I recognized my own husband but there had not been one flicker of recognition in his eyes that I could see. Had I made a mistake? After all, the light was poor and his hat was shading his features, and his voice did sound a lot more Irish than the way Darcy usually spoke. I had to tell myself that I was wishing him to be here, fooling myself.

I started the motor and drove to the village shop. The proprietress was just closing up and wasn’t too happy about serving me, so I had to make some quick decisions—which wasn’t easy in my current state of mind. I came away with a tin of soup, six eggs and a treacle tart. Not exactly a balanced meal but it would have to keep me until the next morning. There was no sign of life as I passed Trengilly this time. The gates were shut and no vehicles were parked nearby. I kept on driving, past the last of the houses, past the gates of Trewoma and up to the headland.

“Round Little Rumps,” I muttered to myself as I slowed to a crawl, letting the headlamps cut a beam of light into the utter blackness ahead of me. We had laughed at that, not a care in the world only three days ago. It seemed like another age.

Now the rain was coming down hard and I was conscious of the fearful drop on my side of the road. What on earth had made me think it was a good idea to spend the night at White Sails? I knew the answer to that one. Because old Harry’s body had washed up on the rocks and because someone who looked a lot like Darcy was staying nearby. Both of those things had to be examined in daylight.