The Night of the Ripper

~ TWELVE ~

Eva had taken a shortcut through the library on her way to the infirmary. When she opened the door to the hall she saw Mark Robinson standing before her.

“Miss Sloane!” he said. “I’ve been hoping to run into you. Where’ve you been keeping yourself all week?”

“They posted me for infirmary duty.”

“So that’s it.” He smiled. “Well, no matter. You’re here now and I’m taking you up on your promise.”

“Promise?”

“Don’t you remember? When you postponed our dinner together you said you’d be available later. What do you say we dine this evening?”

Eva avoided his gaze. “I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”

“You’ve made other plans?”

“Yes.” She spoke rapidly. “As a matter of fact my time is not my own.”

“But I don’t understand. Is there some reason for you to keep putting me off like this?”

“A very good reason.” Now she hesitated, then took the plunge. “If you must know, I’m already spoken for.”

“Spoken for.” Mark’s smile faded. “You mean you’re engaged?”

“That’s right.” Eva forced herself to meet his glance. “It’s my fault, I should have made that plain to you from the beginning—”

“Indeed you should.”

“I’m sorry, truly I am. I oughtn’t to have led you on this way.”

“But you did.” Mark’s voice was strained. “Who is this fiancé of yours? Do I know him?”

“I don’t think so.” Eva took a step forward. “Really, there’s no point discussing it any further.”

“That’s for me to decide,” Mark said. “Forgive me for reminding you, but I did you a service.”

“For which I’m grateful. But that doesn’t entitle you to pry into my affairs.”

“Maybe it does.” Oddly enough Mark didn’t seem angry now; his tone was thoughtful. “The Chinese believe that if you save someone’s life you then become responsible for their welfare. I have a feeling they’re right.”

Eva shook her head. “I must say you’re a strange one.” She softened her words with a smile. “But I’m truly sorry. If only—”

“Yes?”

“Not now.” She turned away quickly. “Please, I have to go or I’ll be late.”

Mark didn’t reply; he stood staring silently, and no hint of any reaction was visible in his intent eyes.

But as Eva hastened off down the corridor she could feel those eyes boring into her back.