Then I dug my fingers in my hair, and waited for an inspiration.

It was a long time coming.
In the meantime I glanced round at the other three.

They were all writing hard, and Wilton already had one sheet filled.

Somehow the sight of Wilton reminded me of the moth he had spoken of.

I wondered if it was a finer specimen than I had got at home--mine had blue wings and a horn.