"I heard them!"
"Tom, _please_ don't ask me any more questions."
I slammed my hand down on the table and swore. It didn't do any good.
She didn't even look up from the remains of her dinner.
It had been like that all afternoon. The Great Ones brooded in secret.
Rena and I waited in her room, until the museum's public visiting hours
were over and we could go up into the freer atmosphere of the reception
lounge. And then we waited there.
I said mulishly: "Ever since I met you, Rena, I've been doing nothing
but wait. I'm not built that way!"
No answer.
I said, with all of my patience: "Rena, I heard them talking about
bombing the Home Office. Do you think I am going to forget that?"