Chapter 8
WITHOUT ANY KNOWLEDGE of his direction, Louis Claverdon ran straight ahead, desperately hoping that he might not be in a blind alley. The stones hurt his feet cruelly, but he ran on until something lifted itself in front of him, a mere shadow in the darkness, and so near that he almost crashed into it before he saw it. It was a wall of loose stones, and from the boughs of a tree which overhung and outlined themselves against the stare he guessed that beyond was a garden. Voices sounded from his left, there was a noise of running feet in his rear, and he knew that over the wall was his only way.
Without delay he began to clamber up it. He reached the top safely, and dropped down oh the farther side just as a shout told him that he had been seen. Desperately he ran on between the
