Yours faithfully,
The Master.
Miss Patricia Bohun,
Castle Breathless,
Surrey.
Simon put the letter into a breast-pocket and returned to Patricia like a man in a trance.
His brain was trying to cope with too much for a brain to control. Dreams, hopes, mountainous fears—the powers of light and darkness fought like mad to be considered.
The runners were going down, for the Stewards’ Cup.
Simon watched them dazedly.
Grey Ruby was moving well.