SIXTEEN
A SHADOW IN THE NIGHT
The sound of waves crashing over the rocks that littered the bay on the Atlantic side of Skerries Rock mingled with the eerie rushing of the breeze hurrying in from the open ocean to form a dissonance of nature’s reverberation in our ears as the three of us stood looking out into the darkness, from the cliff top. It had been Kate’s idea to drag William Forbes from the sanctuary of the fireside into the open air in order that he, and we, come to that, might attempt to clear our heads before proceeding further with our strange inquiry. I’d expected Forbes to put up some sort of opposition to the idea of an evening stroll after the shock of Kate’s earlier revelation, but, perhaps because she’d earned his trust and admiration so quickly, he’d made no protest at
