Essenden fidgeted with his tie, and looked at his watch for the twentieth time.
"I think you'd better go to your posts," he said.
Ganning rose, uncoiling his long length like a slowed-up jack-in-the-box.
"C'mon," he said.
Arne and Keld rose to follow him, but Red Harver sat where he was. Ganning tapped him on the shoulder.
"C'mon, Beef."
Harver rose slowly, without looking round. His eyes were fixed intently on something behind Essenden. Behind Essenden was a window, with the heavy curtains drawn.
The others, looking curiously at Harver, grasped what he was staring at, and followed his gaze. But they saw nothing. Essenden himself turned, with an abrupt jumpy movement. Then he turned round again.
"What's the matter, Harver?" he croaked.
Harver's huge arm and fist shot out, pointing.