Yet he had found time to do his business.

He might have left a letter in some prearranged place--in which case I would stay there till the man it was meant for turned up.
Or he might have met someone, though I didn't think that possible.

As I scanned the acres of rough moor and then looked at the sea lapping delicately on the grey sand I had the feeling that a knotty problem was before me.

It was too dark to try to track his steps.

That must be left for the morning, and I prayed that there would be no rain in the night.
I ate for supper most of the braxy ham and oatcake I had brought from Macmorran's cottage.