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On her return to the car park, however, Edmund informed her,

We saw Radmilla in the streets when we were filming.


And her family? Are they safe?

she asked.


For the moment, yes, but they

re not allowed into their house, since it might collapse any moment, and Radmilla is trying to persuade them to leave the town and stay with relatives somewhere else.


Poor Radmilla! What a problem! She told me once that her family had lived in the same house here for more than a hundred years. It must be heartbreaking for them to leave.


Apparently she had heard that a film unit was arriving and came to see if it was ours,

Edmund continued.

I induced her to come back with us and take some of the food. She promised to come again and see us.


Did she say anything about
... about Adam?

Sarah was unable to quell the rising color in her cheeks.


She hasn

t seen him, but she thinks the steelworks are far enough away to be safe.


But Adam may have been here in the town when the earthquake happened,

Sarah said quickly, her mind full of apprehension.


True, he may, but we shall probably find out before long.

It was easy for Edmund to dismiss Adam so casually, she thought, but not for her. A steelworks could be rebuilt, but if Adam were lost...? She swerved her mind from that possibility.


I

ll go down to the town center and see if I can find Radmilla

s house. She may be somewhere near. I

d like to see her.

Sarah felt the need of action, anything that would dispel or even quieten the gnawing anxiety that filled her mind.


You won

t have any luck there,

Edmund told her.

All that part of the town is barricaded off in case of further crashes—and while they go on trying to rescue people possibly buried in the debris.

Sarah remained silent for a few moments. Then she said,

If there

s nothing much you want me to do at the moment, I

ll go down there all the same. There might be some kind of help I can give, even if it

s only ladling out soup.

Edmund gave her a friendly smile and raised his eyebrows.

I suppose you

ve forgotten that you

re expected to cook for half a dozen of us here. D

you want us to starve?

She laughed.

No. Of course I

ll
s
tay, although you

ll have to put up with my efforts.


Mmm,

Edmund murmured.

Perhaps on second thoughts we

ll have a cold lunch. All right, take your stroll—and see if you can meet Adam.

He gave Sarah an oblique glance, then chuckled.

I know I shan

t get any sense or concentration out of you until you know what

s happened to him.


Well, naturally we all want to know,

Sarah said as evenly as she could, for she wanted to race off without further delay.

He was so kind to us—and helpful.


Of course!

Edmund was grinning.


And if I find him,

Sarah added, with an attempt at dignity,

I have a message for him—from Melanie

Miss Roche, that is. She told me to give him her love.


And will you deliver the message?


Why not?

Edmund nodded, still smiling.

Come back here not later than about seven, will you? I shall need you to type a report of the day

s work.


Yes, of course, Edmund. I

ll do that.

She turned to go, and Edmund called out,

Hey, Sarah! Take your lunch with you. Fruit and cheese and other oddments. You won

t get anything elsewhere.

She was glad of his reminder and promised herself that she would be more thoughtful in future.

On that first visit this morning, she had not penetrated far beyond the center, and it was possible that
Radmilla

s house was farther, away, although it was unlikely that the family would still be near.

Then a few paces in front of her she saw a tall, lean figure. Adam? Could it really be Adam? Or was she seeing him in every man

s shape?

It was impossible to hurry along the brick-strewn roadway, and he was gaining on her. His long legs strode over obstacles.


Adam!

she called at the top of her voice.

Adam! Adam
Thorne
!

If he were a stranger, he would not respond to an English name.

But the man turned, and Sarah felt her senses reel with relief.

Adam stared at her, then a smile of recognition lighted his face and he retraced his steps to meet her.


Sarah! How did you get here?


I

m so glad you

re safe,

she answered, gasping for breath.

We were worried about you. We couldn

t get any news.


But why have you come?

he queried.

Before she could explain about Edmund and the film unit, Daniel appeared, apparently from nowhere.


Sarah! I

ve been looking everywhere for you. Hallo,
Thorne
.

Adam

s face changed instantly.

This is no place for tourists or sightseers, Miss Catherall,

he said coldly.

I

d advise you to leave as soon as you can. It may be dangerous to stay, and the authorities obviously have their hands full trying to cope with the damage—as well as the people still alive.

His sudden change of attitude struck Sarah like a blow. His first greeting had surely been cordial, but she was momentarily thrown off balance by his icy rejection of herself and Daniel. She managed to murmur,

Well, we

re glad you escaped.

He gave Sarah an almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment.


And we

re not exactly here as tourists,

Daniel pointed out, obviously affronted.

Adam gave him a cool glance.

No, perhaps not. I should have realized that even disasters have their publicity value. If you

ll excuse me, I must go. I

m on my way to the hospital. My secretary, Mirjana, is badly injured and I must visit her.

Sarah watched almost unbelievingly as Adam walked up the ruined street. Surely at first he had greeted her with friendliness? Daniel

s sudden appearance had changed that, but why?

Daniel

s hand on her arm recalled her.


He jumped to some hasty conclusions, didn

t he?

he remarked.

One of those who think that every actor is out for all the publicity he can get, no matter how. Jealousy, that

s what it is.


Jealousy?

The word caught Sarah

s attention.


Yes. Engineers or construction men or whatever it is he does can

t hope to be in the limelight. They

re not news unless they

re reading a paper to some learned society or they get a medal.


I suppose so,

murmured Sarah, disappointed with Daniel

s matter-of-fact explanation, yet unsure of what she had expected. Surely, she told herself as she and Daniel walked back along the dust-laden streets, she did not expect jealousy to flare up between Adam and Daniel over herself?


I was trying to find Radmilla,

she said,

but it

s hopeless unless you can make a definite rendezvous.

Daniel chuckled quietly.

Yet you managed to find Adam easily enough—by accident?

Sarah smiled and took refuge in silence.


I

ve found Radmilla,

Daniel continued after a moment or two.

Or at least, I

ve found where her family is camping out. I

ll take you there now if you like.


Oh, good!

Sarah was enthusiastic.

I want to see Radmilla. I

m sure she can help me.


Help you to what?


To do something constructive, of course. What

s the point of coming here otherwise?


Quite!

agreed Daniel in a tone that was snappy and metallic.

Time you did something other than hunt about the streets for Adam. I

ve been hauling boxes and cases of stuff down here all morning.


I haven

t been hunting the streets for Adam,

she retorted,

but now that we know he

s alive and walking uninjured...

Daniel broke into a shout of laughter.

Why d

you get so offended every time I mention Adam?


Why do
you
?”


Because I don

t like the man,

Daniel answered quickly.

He

s arrogant and sly and unreliable and—

It was Sarah

s turn to laugh.

All the things that
y
ou are not!


Well, I don

t think I

m any of those!


No, Daniel, you

re a paragon. Your good qualities are too many to catalog.

It was easy enough to restore good humor between herself and Daniel, she thought. How much more difficult to fathom the mysteries of Adam

s swift changes?

Radmilla

s family was grouped on top of a grass bank close to the river. Other groups of friends and neighbors huddled together in the sunshine as though out on a forlorn picnic.

Sarah was introduced to Radmilla

s parents, who acknowledged her with vague smiles and murmurs.


My mother is very shocked,

Radmilla explained.

Yesterday she insisted that I take her back to our house, although we could not go in, of course. While we were there, a neighbor

s house fell in ruins, and my mother cried. She wanted to go inside ours and bring out clothes and furniture and many
possessions
she has treasured ail her life, but the soldiers would not let us enter and I had to bring her away.

Sarah sighed.

Oh, it

s so tragic! But I must find some way of helping. Of course, Edmund needs me, too, but I have spare time. What can I do, Radmilla?


There are many ways and we will find out, but first you must eat with us.

Sarah hesitated and Radmilla assured her,

Edmund made me bring some food with me, so there is plenty to eat at present.

At the finish of the meal, Sarah and Radmilla left the small party on the grass.


I am sure they need help at the health center
,”
Radmilla suggested.

We will go there first.


If not, they can send me elsewhere,

Sarah agreed,

although today I must return by seven to start on Edmund

s work.

Outside the hospital many of the injured were lying on stretchers or mattresses in the shade of trees or awnings.


Some have had first aid,

explained Radmilla,

and are waiting to see a doctor. Others are waiting for transport to take them to another town. Even here in this new and modern hospital, it is not safe to be inside.

The health center was in a separate block and in the same grounds, and part of the building had cracked and fallen away, exposing twisted girders and torn walls. Immediately after the earthquake, tables and chairs, desks and mattresses had been hastily retrieved from inside and were now ranged in orderly rows on the lawns.

Radmilla spoke to an official and soon Sarah was conducted to a vacant table, with typewriter. Her immediate job was to type out medical cards with details of where each person had been transferred and the nature of injuries.

Radmilla waved goodbye, explaining that she
had to visit the transport depot to arrange something for her family.

Sarah concentrated with furious attention on her typing; as fast as she finished one pile, fresh stacks of papers were delivered by a dark-eyed lad of about twelve who dashed about from table to desk, happy to be anybody

s messenger boy.

The more senior or important officials had been given awnings or colored umbrellas to shade them from the scorching midafte
rn
oon sun, but the rest had to manage as best they could, and Sarah was glad she had brought with her the wide-brimmed straw hat she had bought when the unit first went to Opatija.

Soon after six o

clock she decided that she must return to Edmund. She tidied the table and took all the completed cards to an official at the far end, where she explained in halting Serbo-Croatian that she would return tomorrow, prepared to work again.

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