If there's a war, house property will go down.

Uncle Roger was a good judge, though.' And the face of Annette rose before him in the darkening street; her brown hair and her blue eyes with their dark lashes, her fresh lips and cheeks, dewy and blooming in spite of London, her perfect French figure.

'Take steps!' he thought.

Re-entering Winifred's house he encountered Val, and they went in together.

An idea had occurred to Soames.