THE SILENT ATTACK At the exact instant when the second hand notched to the minute's edge, and in precisely the spot indicated, a slight, luminous spot became dimly visible above the trees.

The spot took uncertain form high above the ghost-glow rising from the unseen stockade.

For an instant it hung suspended, pale-greenish, evanescent.
Then, as a faint plop! drifted to the watchers--a sound no louder than a feeble clack of the tongue--this indefinite luminosity began to sink, to fade, falling slowly, gradually dissipating itself in the dim light over the stockade.
The Master nodded, smiling, with never any hint of praise or approbation.

The fulfilment of his order was to him no other than it is to you, when you drop a pebble into water, to hear the splash of it.

That his plan should be working out, seemed to him a perfectly obvious, inevitable thing.