The house no longer looked sepulchral.

He saw that the two men had hurried back from their patrol, had met and exchanged some message, and made off again as if alarmed by the music.

Then he noticed his companion....
Heritage was on one knee with his face rapt and listening.

He got to his feet and appeared to be about to make for the House.

Dickson caught him by the arm and dragged him into the bushes, and he followed unresistingly, like a man in a dream.