TWO SHOTS IN THE NIGHT The journey back to London was one the details of which were registered with photographic realism in Tarling's mind for the rest of his life.

The girl spoke little, and he himself was content to meditate and turn over in his mind the puzzling circumstances which had surrounded Odette Rider's flight.
In the very silences which occurred between the interchanges of conversation was a comradeship and a sympathetic understanding which both the man and the girl would have found it difficult to define.

Was he in love with her?
He was shocked at the possibility of such a catastrophe overtaking him.

Love had never come into his life.

It was a hypothetical condition which he had never even considered.