Page 33 of Murder on the SS Leviathan
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A horrible ache entered Cecile’s chest.
That was all it was?
When she looked up, he was gazing past her shoulder, staring intently through the shifting veil.
‘Thought I saw someone coming down the far steps.’ He frowned. ‘Probably the night-watchman.’
Cecile’s pulse quickened.
If that were the case, he’d soon pass by where they were now standing. He’d see her and Lance together—and she knew what he’d think.
‘I must go.’ She let his fingers fall from hers.
By the time she reached the bottom of the staircase, Lance had faded from sight.
