'I was lighting my pipe when I heard a scream--' A chuckle came from the group behind the lantern. 'I screamed,' said the Little Nugget. 'You bet I screamed! What would _you_ do if you woke up in the dark and found a strong-armed roughneck prising you out of bed as if you were a clam? He tried to get his hand over my mouth, but he only connected with my forehead, and I'd got going before he could switch. I guess I threw a scare into that gink!' He chuckled again, reminiscently, and drew at his cigarette. 'How dare you smoke! Throw away that cigarette!' cried Mr Abney, roused afresh by the red glow. 'Forget it!' advised the Little Nugget tersely. 'And then,' I said, 'somebody whizzed out from nowhere and hit me. And after that I didn't seem to care much about him or anything else.' I spoke in the direction of my captor. She was still standing outside the circle of light. 'I expect you can tell us what happened, Mrs Sheridan?' I did not think that her information was likely to be of any practical use, but I wanted to make her speak again. Her first words were enough. I wondered how I could ever have been in doubt. I knew the voice now. It was one which I had not heard for five years, but one which I could never forget if I lived for ever. 'Somebody ran past me.' I hardly heard her. My heart was pounding, and a curious dizziness had come over me. I was grappling with the incredible. 'I think he went into the bushes.' I heard Glossop speak, and gathered from Mr Abney's reply; that he had made his suggestion about the telephone once more. 'I think that will be--ah--unnecessary, Mr Glossop. The man has undoubtedly--ah--made good his escape. I think we had all better return to the house.' He turned to the dim figure beside me. 'Ah, Mrs Sheridan, you must be tired after your journey and the--ah unusual excitement. Mrs Attwell will show you where you--in fact, your room.' In the general movement White must have raised the lamp or stepped forward, for the rays shifted. The figure beside me was no longer dim, but stood out sharp and clear in the yellow light. I was aware of two large eyes looking into mine as, in the grey London morning two weeks before, they had looked from a faded photograph. Chapter 5 Of all the emotions which kept me awake that night, a vague discomfort and a feeling of resentment against Fate more than against any individual, were the two that remained with me next morning. Astonishment does not last. The fact of Audrey and myself being under the same roof after all these years had ceased to amaze me. It was a minor point, and my mind shelved it in order to deal with the one thing that really mattered, the fact that she had come back into my life just when I had definitely, as I thought, put her out of it.