The soft night air stirred the wet hair around her temples, the flickering lanterns made her face a ghastly green.

She would stop at nothing, that was evident.
Pete suddenly began catching moths with exemplary industry.

In putting one into the bag, another escaped.
"We must not try that again," said Mrs.Comstock.

"Now, what will we do ?" "We are close to the old case," said Pete.

"I think I can get into it.
Maybe we could slip the rest in there." "That's a fine idea!" said Mrs.Comstock.