Chapter 40 No.40

THE hour was sped, the day past; night, with its dark wings, covered the eastern sky and, one by one, the stars came forth-stars that gleamed like new silver in the light sharpness of the September air.

Having closed eyes to the world at the Pré Catelan, Maxine and Blake had lengthened the coil of their dream as the day waxed. Three o'clock had