I came to the conclusion that I had been mistaken.

Who was likely to be prowling round Flint House in a storm--except myself?
I crept round the side of the house and looked through the kitchen window.
"Thalassa's wife was in the kitchen, alone, with some playing cards spread out on the table in front of her.

But before long the door leading into the passage opened, and Thalassa came in.

He sat down, but after the lapse of a few minutes he rose from his chair and approached the window.

I shrank back into the shadow of a rock, watching him.