The second time Victor Henry brought Pamela to the apartment, Fearing remarked, catching Pug alone for a moment in the hallway, “Aren’t you the sly one, Reverend Henry? She’s small, but saucy.” “She’s the daughter of a guy I know.” “Of course. Talky Tudsbury. Old pal of mine, too.” “Yes. That’s who she is. Her fiance’s an RAF pilot missing in action.” Fearing’s big knobby face lit in an innocent smile. “Just so. She might enjoy a little consolation.”
