She bent forward and saw that it was in fact just a little bunch of single feathers lying on the grass beside one of the flowering bushes.
Then as she looked at it she heard a voice whisper,
“Heung-Far! Heung-Far!”
She started, thinking she must be imagining that someone was calling her. Then incredulously she saw, behind a bush against the wall, the fingers of a hand beckoning to her.
For a moment she could only stare. The hand seemed to come out of the darkness low down on the ground.
Then the voice, hardly above a whisper, came again.
“c*m, Heung-Far! c*m quick!”
Without hesitating, Azalea crawled under the bush. The hand was beckoning to her from a hole in the ground that appeared to come from right under the wall.
She crawled forward and the hand retreated.
“c*m! c*m!” the sa
