Then he spoke to the sentry and made his way across the gardens towards the boat-shed.
"I ought to have known it from the first," he muttered.

"Reciprocal refraction was the one thing to think about." Granet, as he drove back to the Dormy House, was conscious of a curious change in the weather.

The wind, which had been blowing more or less during the last few days, had suddenly dropped.

There was a new heaviness in the atmosphere, little banks of transparent mist were drifting in from seawards.

More than once he stopped the car and, standing up, looked steadily away seawards.