As he looked he saw Miss Graham, in bathing attire, emerge from the bungalow and descend the bluff.

She did not see him and, to make sure that she might not, he dodged back out of sight.

Then he saw something else.
Out on the dunes back of the barn he caught a glimpse of a figure darting to cover behind a clump of bushes.

The figure was a familiar one, but what was it doing there?
He watched the bushes, but they did not move.

Then he entered the house, went upstairs, and cautiously peered from the back attic window.
The bushes remained motionless for some minutes.