Chapter 42

Now, the solution came . . . hazily at first. Rima, a fairy gossamer figure in the moonlight, came out barefooted onto the terrace! Unhesitatingly, she turned right, passed the vacant room and entered the open window of that occupied by Nayland Smith! I could not believe the evidence of my senses. Just in the nick of time I checked her name as it leaped to my lips. “. . . You must be silent. It may be a bit of an ordeal—but I count on you. . . .” Rising slowly to my feet, I stole along the terrace. The moon shone i…