The desert moon was soaring high in the heavens like a luminous balloon as Worrals made her way down the slope to where the palms cast curious lattice-like shadows across the sandy floor of the wadi. Although she had little fear of being seen at that moment, when all eyes, she knew, would be on the landing aircraft, she did not go direct, but edged away to the left so that by making a detour round the centre of activity, she might approach from the far side and take cover among the bushes which mingled with the rocks below the cliff. And in this she was successful. Taking advantage of the noise made by the aircraft while it was taxi-ing to the extremity of the runway, she advanced swiftly through the unoccupied end of the palm grove, and reached the far side without interference. From ther
