The man himself she could barely see.
And then, almost before she realized it, they were in the European cantonment, and she heard the grinding of the brakes as they reached the gate of The Green Bungalow.

Monck turned the little car into the compound, and a light shone down upon them from the verandah.
The car came to a standstill.

"Do you mind getting out first ?" said Monck.
She got out with a dazed sense of unreality.

He followed her immediately; his hand, hard and muscular, grasped her arm.

He led her up the wooden steps all shining and slippery in the rain.
In the shelter of the verandah he stopped.