Philippa stood looking out of the window, across the lawn and shrubbery and down on to the beach.
There was still a heavy sea, but it was merely the swell from the day before.

The wind had dropped, and the sun was shining brilliantly.
Sir Henry, Helen, and Nora were strolling about the beach as though searching for something.

About fifty yards out, the wrecked trawler was lying completely on its side, with the end of one funnel visible.
Scattered groups of the villagers were examining it from the sands.

In due course Mills returned.
"The hotel people know nothing of Mr.Lessingham, your ladyship, beyond the fact that he did not return last night.

They received a message from Hill's Garage, however, about half an hour ago, to say that their mechanic had driven Mr.Lessingham early this morning to Norwich, where he had caught the mail train to London, The boy was to say that Mr.
Lessingham would be back in a day or so." Philippa pushed open the windows and made her way down towards the beach.