The Savage Gorge

Epilogue

The following evening they were about to turn into Park Crescent. It was a brilliant sunny end to a day when the weather had been perfect all the way south. Paula was gazing at everything.

'You know,' she said to Tweed, 'it's a wonderful experience to visit the countryside. All those vast areas of greenery and forests. I would one day like to go back but I'm so glad to get home.'

'I agree,' responded Tweed. 'It's familiar surround ings so you feel at home here. Despite the rush and the bustle. All the variety of a great city.'

He turned into Park Crescent, stopped the Audi close to the kerb below the entrance to their head quarters. She was looking at him.

'What is it?' he asked.

'You are about to court-martial me for direct disobedience, for jumping into the back of this car just before all the fireworks up at Gunners Gorge. Am I right?'

'Yes, you are. I'm about to pronounce sentence.' 'Which is?' she enquired, nervously plucking at her skirt.

'A long leisurely evening, with dinner at the Ritz.'