I looked around myself when St Just stepped out to make a call.

It was a small, cosy apartment and the person who had probably decorated it had had good taste, I reflected , studying the pale walls. Or had it been done to accommodate the latest woman in the life of my Masters? I’d never know and I shrugged in determination. No way was I going to weep and sob.

O’Grady had made fierce love to me in the car and after a long day at the office, which was something I had done ...