Thus far he had exactly obeyed her orders to Sol. He hoped to be able to
obey them throughout, and supply her with the aid her brother refused. He
also hoped that the change in the personality of her confederate would
make no difference to her intention. That he was putting himself in a
wrong position he allowed, but time and attention were requisite for such
analysis: meanwhile Ethelberta was in trouble. On the one hand was she
waiting hopefully for Sol; on the other was Sol many miles on his way to
town; between them was himself.
He ran with all his might towards Enckworth Park, mounted the lofty stone
steps by the lodge, saw the dark bronze figures on the piers through the
twilight, and then proceeded to thread the trees. Among these he struck
a light for a moment: it was ten minutes to six. In another five minutes
he was panting beneath the walls of her house.
Enckworth Court was not unknown to Christopher, for he had frequently
explored that spot in his Sandbourne days. He perceived now why she had
selected that particular balcony for handing down directions; it was the
only one round the house that was low enough to be reached from the
outside, the basement here being a little way sunk in the ground.
He went close under, turned his face outwards, and waited. About a foot
over his head was the stone floor of the balcony, forming a ceiling to
his position. At his back, two or three feet behind, was a blank
wall--the wall of the house. In front of him was the misty park, crowned
by a sky sparkling with winter stars. This was abruptly cut off upward
by the dark edge of the balcony which overhung him.
It was as if some person within the room above had been awaiting his
approach. He had scarcely found time to observe his situation when a
human hand and portion of a bare arm were thrust between the balusters,
descended a little way from the edge of the balcony, and remained hanging
across the starlit sky. Something was between the fingers. Christopher
lifted his hand, took the scrap, which was paper, and the arm was
withdrawn. As it withdrew, a jewel on one of the fingers sparkled in the
rays of a large planet that rode in the opposite sky.
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