They came, she said, two weeks ago." Donal laid them upon the table.
"Ah!" said Ian, "they must have gotten through before I shut off the old passageway." He took them in his hand.

"There's nothing more now, Donal.

Go out for your dinner." The man went.

Ian added another column of figures, then took the letters and with them moved to a window through which streamed the sun of France.

The floor was patched with gold; there was warmth as well as light.