There's a dry stiff rustle besides.

I have never heard quite that sound except when the wind blows across heather." He turned the conversation back to Harry Feversham and his disappearance, and the cause of his disappearance.

He made no mention, Sutch remarked, of the fourth white feather which Ethne herself had added to the three.

But the history of the three which had come by the post to Ramelton he knew to its last letter.
"I was acquainted with the men who sent them," he said, "Trench, Castleton, Willoughby.

I met them daily in Suakin, just ordinary officers, one rather shrewd, the second quite commonplace, the third distinctly stupid.