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 fiancé’s an RAF pilot missing in action.” Fearing’s big knobby
