O'Mara parked the car in the shadow of a wall a hundred yards or so from the beginning of the estuary road. He walked down the road, keeping in the shadows, with a wary eye for a late straggler from the fishing boats. The road was deserted. The moon was good and the wide waters of the estuary lapped peacefully against the walls of the small harbour basin.
The road narrowed. Now O'Mara was only fifty yards from the Café Volanon. But there was no light in the window. It was shut. He passed the café. The doors of the Garage Volanon were locked, but above the garage, from Volanon's room, came a light.
O'Mara, stepping carefully, moved round to the side of the garage, pushed open the small wooden door in the side wall—a door which was seldom locked; went in. He closed the door behind him; sto
