Monck's eyes watched it with a grim concentration.
Stella's were half-closed.

She seemed to have dismissed him from her mind as an unimportant detail.

The silence widened between them.
Suddenly there was a movement.

The fluttering creature had found the flame and fallen dazed upon the table.

Almost in the same second Monck stooped forward swiftly and silently, and crushed the thing with his closed fist.
Stella drew a quick breath.