A very fortunate storm, after all, I think, which kept Mr.John P.Dunster from the Harwich boat last night.

Leave me, Gerald, for a time.

Stand behind my chair, Meekins, and see that no one enters." Mr.Fentolin sat in his chair, his hands still gripping the wonderful document, his eyes travelling over the ocean now flecked with sunlight.
His eyes were fixed upon the horizon.

He looked steadily eastward..