SYBIL AND HAVELOCK had followed closely behind him. Havelock’s face had lost its rubicund colour, and the hand that went up to shake at the rail was trembling.
“What foolery is this?” he said angrily, and the quavering note may have been due to his annoyance.
Suddenly d**k’s pistol leapt up. Twice he fired at the figure he glimpsed through the dripping rhododendrons. It had grown in a few minutes from bright sunlight to a gloom that was almost terrifying. The clouds sent the rain hissing in his face, but the flicker of lightning had given him a glimpse of the huge, fleshy arms.
“Oh, don’t shoot; please—please don’t!” The girl was sobbing, her head on his breast, and d**k dropped his pistol.
“You have a key to open the gate?” he asked in a low voice, and Havelock nodded.
“Give it to me
