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She rapidly gave a copy-typist a rough story which the subs would no doubt put into better shape, then rang the church and left a ue and bewildered

'The bride won't be here? I don't understand'

'She has changed her one to London,' said Sian

'Changed her mind?'

'Yes, she can't go through with the wedding— will you please tell Mr Cassidy she's very sorry'

'Mr Cassidy? He's here'

Alarmed, Sian said, 'Well, just tell hione She heard his voice at a distance, speaking to someone else; then, before Sian could put the phone down, another voice came on the line, a hard, authoritative voice which made Sian stiffen

'Who is that?' it demanded curtly

'You don't knownervous now; that voice was daunting, she could see why Annette had run away

'Where is she? Let rated

'She's too upset to talk,' Sian hurriedly improvised 'She asked me to let you know that she's very sorry, she knows it is a bit late to do this, but she has realised she can't go through with the wedding'

'What the hell are you talking about? Where is she? Put her on the line—or is this soames with me, whoever you are?'

'No, of course not' Even granting that hebullied and spoken to in that tone of voice 'I've given you the o now Annette is very sorry, Mr Cassidy'

'Look, da down the phone As she turned back to the car she saw Annette drying her eyes and looking at herself in the car wing-mirror

'You look fine,' she told her, getting behind the wheel 'I can lend you some make-up, if you like'