Chapter TwoSomething had wakened me, although I did not know what. I slipped out of bed and opened the shutters for light. The mist had cleared, maybe chased away by the cannonade, and there was moonlight above the sea. It glinted on the smooth waves that eased northward to hush on the broad sands of Chale Bay and surge up the narrow St Catherine Chine, the narrow gulley- like passage that allowed access from our inn to the shore.
A single strand of moonlight slipped into my room, glinted on the blue pitcher that stood on my table and allowed enough light for me to see by. Do you remember a few short moments ago when I told you that I was curious and intended finding out more about the mysterious Mr Howard? Well that was exactly what I intended to do.
Moving as quietly as a mouse skirtin
