But this is no field of conjecture for a man about to go to bed. My nerves are not at their best, anyhow, and in spite of myself, I find that from behind the slight breeze which is waving my curtains, I am expecting something extremely unpleasant to appear.
A sudden and terrifying storm outside. Above the howling of the wind I can hear the surf beating against the shore. Halliday reports, over the telephone, that the float is in danger and that the run-way has broken loose. But there is nothing to do. I have just been out, and I do not propose to be soaked again.
(Note: The approach of the storm had made Jane very nervous, and I had driven in to Doctor Hayward’s for a sleeping medicine for her.)
(Note: The approach of the storm had made Jane very nervous, and I had driven in to Doctor H
