CHAPTER XI

“UNDER OBSERVATION” Alaric sat in the roof-garden of Bachelors’ Buildings, a manuscript in his hand. The sun was beating down hotly on the little paths, the piles of rocks, the raffia grass and rubber flowers, and he was glad of the shade of the white concrete colonnade which spanned the north side of the garden. Beyond the bit of roof-garden stretched a wide space where moths were continually alighting and taking off. In one corner rose the landing-platform for the northbound air-bus, in the other for the southbou…