My eyes fastened themselves upon that faint and lofty light, and on my heels I crouched among the bushes.
The flame moved, flickered, and shone small but brilliant on the very sill. I ran forward on tip-toe. A white flake fluttered to my feet. I secured it and waited for one word; none came; but the window was softly shut.
I stood in doubt, the treacherous moonlight all over me now, and once more the window opened.
“Go quickly!”
And again it was shut; next moment I was stealing close by the spot where I had knelt. I saw within once more.
and I thought it was you. Well, what’s the prescription?”
In my satisfaction at finding that he had not been dogging me intentionally (though I had forgotten the incident till he reminded me of it), I answered his question with unusual fulness.
“I should go abroad,” said Rattray. “But then, I always