There is a wise old saw which asserts that "no news is good news," but
Ann could extract no comfort from it. Such hackneyed sayings did not take
into consideration people of Brett Forrester's temperament, she reflected
bitterly. Something had occurred to prevent the carrying out of his plans
for last night, but not for one moment did she imagine that he would allow
anything to divert him permanently from his intention of compelling her to
buy Tony's freedom on the terms he had already fixed. That fact must still
be faced, and the absence of any word from Brett this morning increased
illimitably the sense of strain under which she was labouring. Last evening
she had keyed herself up to the required pitch for the ordeal which awaited
her. And now the whole agony and terror would have to be gone through
again!
She wandered restlessly from the house to the garden and then back again,
her nerves ragged-edged with suspense. If she could only know what had
occurred last night to prompt that wire, what Brett now proposed, what
further troubles there were in store, she felt she could have borne it
better. She was never afraid to face definite difficulties. It was this
terrible inaction and uncertainty which she found so unendurable.
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