THE PASSING OF WILLETTS
"Did you see?" gasped Helder. He seemed unnecessarily alarmed by the apparition.
Gold felt his breath come quicker and a cold sweat break upon his body. There was something uncanny in the momentary appearance of a woman who was, by his calculations, three hundred miles away from London, and between whom and himself the sea stretched.
He stood irresolutely at the foot of the steps, made a movement as if to go up, and stopped himself. It was no business of his, though the girl's evident trouble was sufficient excuse.
Then he remembered the reporter.
Jackson had been a silent witness of all that had passed.
Gold saw his eyes blazing with excitement. No hound scenting a fresh trail is comparable with the reporter who finds the thread of a big story. It was out of
