there, through the open windows, out on to the terrace. She gripped
his shoulder and pointed down to the Tower.

"Something," she whispered in his ear, "is going to happen there."




CHAPTER XI

The little station at which Hamel alighted was like an oasis in the
middle of a flat stretch of sand and marsh. It consisted only of
a few raised planks and a rude shelter--built, indeed, for the
convenience of St. David's Hall alone, for the nearest village was
two miles away. The station-master, on his return from escorting
the young lady to her car, stared at this other passenger in some
surprise.

"Which way to the sea?" Hamel asked.

The man pointed to the white gates of the crossing.

"You can take any of those paths you like, sir," he said. "If you
want to get to Salthouse, though, you should have got out at the
next station."

"This will do for me," Hamel replied cheerfully.

"Be careful of the dikes," the station-master advised him. "Some
of them are pretty deep."