I believe that I am glad, dear, but I must think about it, and so must you." Norgate left the hotel and walked out amid the first mutterings of the storm.

He found a taxi and drove to his rooms.

For an hour he sat before his window, watching the lightning play, fighting the thoughts which beat upon his brain, fighting all the time a losing battle.

At midnight the storm had ceased.

He walked back through the rain-streaming streets.