When she went through later to wee, Eleanor went into her study and took down the worn, very old red volume of Who’s Who. She opened it at the index and ran her finger down the names.
“So that’s it. I thought so,” she said under her breath. “Well, their secret is safe with me. I suppose they want to be anonymous, but … would it matter to any of us?”
She went back into the sitting room and poured herself another glass of champagne.
Well, well, Kitty Maloona, she thought serenely, as she sipped it. How interesting!