The Missing World
“Freddie paused in the hall, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, wondering if he was simply sensing the aftershock of his prolonged absence. Since meeting Mr. Early, he had left the house only briefly until today, when he had gone to help his former boss the antiques salesman move a wardrobe and stayed on for supper. But no, he thought, standing on tiptoe, listening as hard as he could, it was presence he was sensing, not absence. Had Kevin come to borrow something? Unlikely. Althou...gh they still shared keys, their easy camaraderie was gone. Had a burglar, undeterred by his lavish use of lights, paid a visit?Then he heard a low noise from the direction of the bedroom. A sort of sobbing, it stopped and started and stopped again. Agnes. He dropped his jacket and strode across the hall. In the clothes closet, her chosen refuge, she lay panting. “Agnes,” he said, falling to his knees. “Are you okay?”Ignoring him, she moaned and pushed herself around in a circle. She had made a nest out of what, after a moment, he recognised as his blue bathrobe.MoreLess
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