I finally rose and paced the floor in sheer desperation, and then paused to stare out of the window at the peaceful moonlit picture before me.
Suddenly I heard, as on the night of my arrival, the soft creaking of the French window in the library, which opened on to the veranda just below me.

Quickly alert, I leaned forward determined to learn if possible the reason for Mose's midnight wanderings.

To my astonishment it was Radnor who stepped out from the shadow of the house, carrying a large black bundle in his arms.

I clutched the frame of the window and stared after him in dumb amazement, as he crossed the strip of moonlit lawn and plunged into the shadows of the laurel growth..