Chapter 32

‘No formality,’ he warned. ‘That is my wife’s instruction, and I dare not disobey!’

‘Why, Zamorah—you sound as if you are almost under the thumb,’ mocked Theodore softly.

‘Perhaps I am. And a very beautiful thumb it happens to be,’ murmured Zamorah.

‘You’ve changed,’ observed Theodore, creasing his brow in a frown. ‘You’d never have admitted to something like that in the past.’

‘Ah, but everything changes, Theodore,’ said Zamorah. ‘That is one of life’s great certainties.’

For a moment the light of challenge sparked between the eyes of the brothers, and for a moment Pamela caught a glimpse of what the two men must have been like as children.

‘Come this way,’ continued Zamorah, leading them into an enormous sitting room whose floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the park.

And there, with a baby on her