Chapter 32 The Diary Of Thornton Lyne

Tarling should have been sleeping. Every bone and sinew in him ached for rest. His head was sunk over a table in his flat. Lyne's diaries stood in two piles on the table, the bigger pile that which he had read, the lesser being those which Tarling had yet to examine.The diaries had been blank books containing no printed date lines. In some cases