He was hidden from sight now by the gathering twilight and the rolling mists.

From behind the house came the softly muffled roar of the tide sweeping in, and, with sharper insistence, the whirr of machinery from the boathouse.
Granet lit a cigarette and walked thoughtfully away.

Just as he climbed into the car, a peculiar light through the trees startled him.

He stood up and watched.

From the top of the house a slowly revolving searchlight played upon the waters..