My fate will rest with the tides." Robert suddenly gripped his master's arm.

The moon had disappeared underneath a fragment of cloud and they stood in complete darkness.
Both men listened.

From one of the paths which led through the grounds from the beach, came the sound of muffled footsteps.

A startled owl flew out and wheeled over their heads with a queer little cry.
"Who's that in the grounds, Robert ?" Tallente demanded.
"I've no idea, sir," the latter replied, his voice shaking.

"The cottage is empty.