Boots rang sharply along the stone corridors.

Olva crossed the court towards his room.
Suddenly, from the very heart of the mist, sharply, above the sound of the Chapel bell, a voice called-- "Carfax! Carfax!" Olva stayed: for an instant the blood ran from his body, his knees quivered, his face was as white as the mist.

Then he braced himself--he knew the voice.
"Hullo, Craven, is that you ?" "Who's that?
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