Riptide

§ 16

The front desk at the Savoy handed Reggie half a dozen messages. All the same. ‘Captain Cormack called-please call back.’

Up in his room the telephone was ringing.

‘Reggie-where in hell have you been? I’ve been calling you all day.’

‘Something came up. I’m afraid we may have to delay our little adventure for a while.’

‘What?’

‘Something rather important.’

‘Reggie, what’s up?’

‘I can’t tell you that, really I can’t.’

‘I know. You told me-we’re not allies yet.’