9/29 There was nothing to see." "A lean brown arm, I tell you, a hand thin and delicate as a woman's." "No. You are dreaming," exclaimed Thresk; but dreaming was a euphemism for the word he meant. "Good God! I wish I was.Come.Sit down here! We have not too much time." He seated himself opposite to Thresk and drew the despatch-box towards him. He had regained enough mastery over himself now to be able to speak in a level voice. No doubt too his fright had sobered him. |