You get your things packed while I'm gone." Olga deposited an armful of her friend's belongings upon the bed, and turned to go.
Nick's property of Redlands was less than a mile away, and all that Nick possessed was at her disposal.

In fact, she had almost come to look upon Redlands as a second home.

It would not take her long to run across to the garage and fetch the little motor which Nick himself had taught her years ago to drive.

Lightly she ran down the oak stairs and through the echoing hall once more.

The vault-like chill of the place struck her afresh as she passed to the open door.