ELEVEN
KATE’S ARRIVAL
Thanks in the most part to the sedative I’d administered to Forbes, the night passed peacefully, with me achieving my full quota of six hours sleep. Nothing went ‘bump’ in the night, and I witnessed no ghostly manifestations. Clearly, whatever William Forbes felt had followed him to Skerries Rock had no evil intent toward me.
I rose early, as was my habit, and looked in on my guest. He appeared to be in exactly the same position I’d left him in the previous night, sleeping sonorously, also due to the effects of the sedative. I chose to leave him to wake naturally and set about preparing breakfast.
The bacon, eggs and beans were ready to be served, and, before I could make a move towards checking on my guest’s state of wakefulness, he appeared, fully dressed in the
