So long as they pulled their burdens without jibbing overmuch, one had to be content.
He began to wonder where Thalassa was, and moved closer to the shadow of one of the rocks in case he happened to be prowling around the house.

In the silence of the night he listened for the sound of footsteps on the rocks, but could hear nothing except the moan of the sea and the whimper of a rising wind.

His eye, glancing upwards, fell upon a chink of shuttered light in the back of the house which looked down on the sea.

The light came from the dead man's study, and had not been there a few moments before.
Barrant walked to the kitchen door and tapped lightly.

There was no answer, but somewhere within the house a dog howled dismally.