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Massignac And Velmot
“CLOUDS were floating… Clouds were floating…”
These words of the report, which I repeated mechanically while trying to decipher what followed, were the last that I was able to read. Night was falling rapidly. My eyes, tired by the strain and difficulty of reading, strove in vain against the increasing darkness and suddenly refused to obey any further effort.
Besides, Velmot rose soon after and walked to the bank of the river. The time had come for action.
What that action was to be I did not ask. Since the beginning of my captivity, I had entertained no personal fears, even though Velmot had referred to an interview, accompanied by “a little plain-speaking,” which he had in store for me. But the great secret of the Yard continued to possess my thoughts so much
