“And you’re so helpful,” she retorted. “This is the most mysterious affair I’ve ever been mixed up in.”
“Here we are at the other trail, praise be to Allah.”
“Turn to the right?” she asked.
“That’s it. In about a hundred yards we ought to run on to a path leading off to the left. That leads to shelter No. 6. The cabin’s quite near now, if this map in my pocket’s any good.”
They trudged along the trail and a couple of minutes later in the dim glow from the flash they saw an opening in the trees.
“Come on,” he said, quickening his pace. “We’ll be under cover in a jiffy.”
“We’ll probably have to break in.” Dorothy caught up with him as the path swung round in a quarter circle to the left.
“No, we won’t,” he replied, catching her arm and coming to a halt. At the same time he shut off the electric torch.
Straight ahead in the darkness they could make out the blur of a small building. Through a chink in what they took to be a closed shutter came a thin ray of light.
“Somebody’s got there ahead of us,” Bill observed more to himself than to Dorothy.