The Tenth Chamber

man in Ruac named Bonnet. Bonnet apparently got the best of him and that was that.’

‘You think they were our sort of people?’ she asked.

The man shrugged his narrow shoulders. ‘According to the paper, there’s no one left to ask.’

Through the kitchen window they saw head lights in the distance coming down their mile-long lane. One car, then two, then a steady stream.

‘They’re coming,’ he said, pushing back his chair.

‘How’s the tea tonight?’ she asked.

‘Good and strong,’ he said. ‘It’s a good batch. Come on, let’s get up to the barn.’