Chapter 7

I remember calling Sarah frantically, and then telling the terrier to find her. “Go find Sarah, Jock,” I said. “Find Sarah.” He only barked, however, and an instant later both of them were racing for home. But I still had a queer feeling that Sarah must be there. I went back to the house, to find the dogs scratching at the front door, and when I had roused Joseph I took him back with me to search the lot. He with his revolver and I with my searchlight must have been a queer clandestine sort of picture; two middle-a…