CHAPTER VI.
Morris, as Mr.Taynton had advised, though not because he advised it, had gone straight home to the house in Sussex Square.

He had stripped off his dripping clothes, and then, since this was the line of least resistance he had gone to bed.

He did not feel tired, and he longed with that aching longing of the son for the mother, that Mrs.Assheton had been here, so that he could just be in her presence and if he found himself unable to speak and tell her all the hideous happenings of those last days, let her presence bring a sort of healing to his tortured mind.

But though he was conscious of no tiredness, he was tired to the point of exhaustion, and he had hardly got into bed, when he fell fast asleep.

Outside, hushing him to rest, there sounded the sibilant rain, and from the sea below ripples broke gently and rhythmically on the pebbly beach.