J. S. Fletcher,
Ravensdene Court — 17. Humfrey de Knaythville
(1922)
“ Before I could say a word, I heard Miss Raven catch her breath; then another sharp exclamation came from her lips—stifled, but clear."Oh, I say!" she cried. "Who—who are these—these men?"Her hand moved instinctively towards my arm as she spoke, and as I drew it within my grasp I felt that she was trembling a little. And in that same instant, turning quickly in the direction she indicated, I became aware of the presence of two men who had quietly stepped out from the shelter of the high undergrowth on the landward side of the clearing and stood silently watching us. ”
