There was not so much as a dog to be seen.
Suddenly Nick spoke.

"What became of Hunt-Goring ?" The colour leaped into her pale, tense face.

"He landed us at the jetty, and went away again in his yacht." "Let us hope he will go to the bottom!" said Nick.
She shook her head, a gleam of spirit answering his.

"Men like that never do." They ran unhindered through the village and came to "The Ship." The inn-door gaped upon the street.

There was not a soul in sight.
Olga brought the car to a stand.