Immediately beyond this they turned towards the narrow cinder path which led through the marshes to Mrs.Jasher's cottage, and toiled on cautiously through the misty rain, which fell continuously.

The fog was drifting up from the mouth of the river and was growing so thick that they could not see the somewhat feeble lights of the cottage.

However, Archie's instincts led him aright, and they blundered finally upon the wooden gate.

Here they paused in shocked surprise, for a woman's scream rang out wildly and suddenly.
"What, in heaven's name, is that ?" asked Hope, aghast.
"We must find out," breathed Random, and raced through the white cotton-wool of the fog up the path.

As he reached the veranda the door opened and a woman came running out screaming.