The rest of you, with the exception of Parkins, please go to bed." With little exclamations of wonder they began to disperse.

Then one of them paused and pointed across the park.

Moving with incredible swiftness came the gaunt, black figure of Rachael Unthank, swaying sometimes on her feet, yet in their midst before they could realise it.
She staggered to the prostrate body and threw herself upon her knees.
Her hands rested upon the unseen face, her eyes glared across at Dominey.
"So you've got him at last!" she gasped.
"Mrs.Unthank," Dominey said sternly, "you are in time to accompany your son to the hospital at Norwich.

The car will be here in two minutes.
I have nothing to say to you.

Your own conscience should be sufficient punishment for keeping that poor creature alive in such a fashion and ministering during my absence to his accursed desire for vengeance." "He would have died if I hadn't brought him food," she muttered.